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I can see Lucian is not to be turned away so easily. Even the disdain on Stella's face is not enough to make him step back. If anything, the poor bastard seem even more wanting of her attention. In answer to her comment, he merely shrugs his shoulders as if it couldn't be helped. He stands his ground beside her even as her spine raises in distaste. Seems he is just as stubborn as she can be. When he turns his gaze to me, he doesn't give me the satisfaction of knowing I managed to get under the skin of his pride but at least he knows I still have my spark. I would always protect my sister, no matter the circumstances. I fought her because I had to, because she made the first move. What kind of king would I be to turn her down because she's blood? What kind of leader would I be to step down out of family honor? Fighting runs in our veins and she's no different. She lives for the taste of blood just as I do. Fighting does not create a rift between us as it may many others. Instead, I think it made our bond that much stronger. I don't expect Lucian to understand this though. He may think whatever he wishes of me. I would do the same thing all over again to protect my pack. He doesn't turn aggressive though so my hackles smooth down, pacified somewhat by his posture. He is no threat to me while I meet the satisfaction of Stella, it would seem. All the power to him on taming that heart because I don't expect Stella to be tamed at all. At his question, I snort softly, my eyes gleaming more playfully this time. "Just a hunch, I guess." I, too, note the scars riddling his form. Time has not been kind to him but then, when is it ever? He steps forward and I straighten accordingly, my eyes meeting his. He mentions Heyel and I scowl before replying. "We all grow soft with age, wouldn't you agree, Lucian? As for the stick....I haven't seen it reveal itself just yet." My lips twitch just a little, my eyes giving him a gleam of rebellion. Okay, so I may not worship Heyel like some do, but he is still my father in law. When his subject turns to Devil, I note the instant change in Stella's posture. I guess old grudges die hard. My jaw tenses but I keep my attention on Lucian, nodding. "He's still in Diveen, yes." Turning my attention back to my sister now, I smirk when she chuckles, saying she admits to nothing. At least she's still got her pride. She does answer though and I nod in acknowledgement of her acceptance. When Lucian mentions our father, she is almost spitting the words out, telling him its none of his business. Such a fierce hatred, if only I could understand why. When she turns to me in a slight dismissal, I smirk and nod my understanding, my eyes flicking to Lucian with something akin to amusement. Fine, she can have all the time in the world to talk to her new prince charming. I won't look to interfere with that odd courtship. I offer my sister a smile. "I'll take my leave. See you in Diveen." I glance back at Lucian with another nod. "Lucian." I say his name as a farewell before turning on my heels and heading toward the borders of Diveen. Time to get back to my family. Kane_male_bound to Sinopa_mate to Isola_father to Achilles, Sage, Solaris, Ariel, Haziel, Forfax, Hope, Shiloh, Phaedra, Calliel, & Izrael_son of Kiska&Devil May Cry_39', 190lbs._High King of Diveen_ten years old |