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A soldier on my own,
Posted on August 2, 2020 at 10:32:09 PM by Björn




I'm frozen to the bones, I am...




So am I.

He can feel the fissure in his soul widen - widened by the hurt and the betrayal that begins to wiggle its way in. "You are sorry that I hurt you? Can you not forgive me?" his questions fill the space between them. He tries hide the hurt that beneath the surface, but the longer he stands before her - he can feel his resolve slipping away.

His brow furrows. He tries to decipher the cold words that she offers to him. It is not what he expects. He has spilt his heart to her, exposed the deep wounds of his soul and she cooly just offers him three simple words. His ears turn back and he can feel the hurt and the anger begin to boil beneath the surface of his smoky hide. He takes a step backwards. His head reels and his heart hammers wildly against his ribs - she has moved on.

"I have come to tell you that I fought for the Inlet and won it for our family. But I have a feeling you nor the children will be joining me on those shores."

His glacial eyes focus intently on her dark gaze.

"Sio. What is it that weighs on your shoulders?" he questions her directly. He can see it in the lines of her face and deep within her dark eyes. A weight that ties her down and if she does not let it go, it will surely drown her. But despite the questions that he asks, he knows the answers. It is the scent of him on her coat and the lack of her season that tells him all that he needs to know. She doesn't have to tell him.

But despite the inkling, he wants to hear it from her own lips. She carries Ailill's child. That the man he had entrusted to keep his herd safe, had taken it upon himself to take his Queen for himself. She can blame it on him. She can say it is his fault that she ran into Ailill's arms. She can say if only he had returned to the Ridge. But then why does guilt eat at her?

His tail slaps across his haunches as he waits for her words to leave her lips. Would she tell him the truth?


Icelandic Mutt // 11 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion
Bera Konung of the Inlet
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