I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
“You will fight king of Inlet?”
His glacial eyes remain glued on her as the question lingers in the air around them. Should he confide in the Queen that now stands before him? Or keep the secret that plagues him in the darkest of nights... another breath passes before he finally clears his throat and raises his crown higher on his muscled crest.
"Yes," the word leaves his lips and he knows that the Norns have set things in motion that they are not able to come back from. And then, it as if a weight lifts from his shoulders. Yes. He will go to the Inlet and fight for what is his. He has every right to the Inlet. It is his birthplace, the birthplace of his sisters and his brothers; it is a land that is in his soul and whittled deep in his bones. His heart quickens in his chest as he invisions his victory and taking back the Inlet.
She continues. And her next words draw a sense of kinship with the courageous Queen. If you need, I will help.
"Valka, Drottning of the Bay," he dips his crown toward the tundra beneath them. "You honor me with your request and I accept you as my ally." His glacial eyes find hers. If he wins ownership of the Inlet, he understands the need to have strong allies to protect their borders. At this moment his glacial eyes turn towards the Cove, where he knows Solomon resides. He has met the stallion on many occasions and it seems to him that the Norns intertwine their fates.
He shifts his weight and swishes his tail across his splashed haunches. The Norns promise a victory. And I believe their prophecy." he pauses thoughtfully. "I will return in a weeks time, Valka." His icy glacial eyes remain on her a moment longer before he pivots and returns to the sea. He has much to attend to.
Icelandic Mutt // 11 years old // 14.2 hh // Grullo Sabino // Stallion
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