Uneasy is the head
that wears the crown
Although Jaci’s company dulled the ache inflicted by others, it could not completely keep his physical ailments at bay. Someone so young should not have such pains. Owdeht had gone to great lengths to conceal them from his mother and sometimes even managed to fool herself into believing he was a healthy young boy. Inside the beast’s chest, his heart wavered. Many times he had been told again and again of how he would need a strong queen. Not just a trinket or lovely face. Not to say the snow-white femme was dull by any means, but she was naive to the world. A beauty, someone who could set his restless mind at ease, but that did not make her a queen. You must always put duty before affection or love. Her voice reminded him, clear as day as he watched the girl with softening eyes. How was he found himself so drawn by her white coat and sky blue eyes? The tinkling laughter that came from her belly and soft touches that set his skin ablaze? There was so much she seemed to desire to see, and yet so little she had yet experienced. Orkaan had seen more than enough to know how the world worked, how cruel it could be and yet so very breathtaking at times.
Stories of her family as well as her birth kept the easy smile on the tobiano stallion’s maw. How odd that they would each have such a deep connection to their grandmothers. ”My grandparents both played a role in my naming. Owdeht, my grandmother practically raised me. I never met my grandfather but she was very fond of him. In our language, his name meant The Fire, Het Vuur. I am told I was born with his fury and passion. That I would be a ruler as great as him.” It is your destiny. You will hold power that others can only dream of, and you will use that power better than most men. You will not be traitorous. He recalled the speech that often came after a day of training and for the briefest moment felt himself falter inwardly. So much he had lost. Just as quickly, it was gone, his amber optics aflame once more.
Storytelling was an art to the hellion, something he valued more than he knew he ought to. As the femme’s soft voice washed over his auds it was like a gentle wave lapping against his soul. Lulling away distraction, keeping the pain inside his cranium at bay.The story of Mira and Mordecai. Such a lovely, beautiful one. One I have not heard before. If only life could work as such. If only love were enough.
As she finished, her crown against his shoulder and eyes upon the stars, Orkaan could not help but wish for a simpler life. ”It was a wonderful tale. One I’ve not heard but that I will surely share.” It seemed his brief respite was up, however. Behind his ears the feeling of being battered by hooves returned. He needed to leave before the pain became evident on his face, and thus, regretfully, he took in a lungful of air and dipped his head to the mare. ”Unfortunately, duty calls. I must check on the rest of the herd as well as the borders now that night is set in. If you’ve any need, I’m merely a call away.”
orkaan
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