Posted on July 25, 2020 at 02:26:12 AM by Björn
 He eyes the lithe woman that presents herself before him - he does not miss the occasional shiver that racks her body nor the flicker of surprise in her dark eyes. Perhaps it is a sense of appreciation that settles over him or perhaps he was still drunk on his victory, either way he does not feel hostility rise up in his stomach at the sight of her. She had done what any would of done in the absence of a King. It is he who buried himself within the confines of the jungle, it is he who the ghosts of his mistakes haunt and it is he will atone for his sins. His ears waver atop his crown as her words fill the chilly air around them. He nods to her congratulations and to her observations. The Inlet is apart of him as much he is apart of it. "Thank you," he says aloud with a flicker of suspicion and a raise of his crown. He doubts this is the only reason why she has made the swim to his shores... he can sense more behind her visit then a congratulatory speech. She came to see if the rumors were true - that the great King of the North was defeated. Her words linger in the space between them and he can not help the rise of his brow or the suspicion as it deepens. She had come all this way to admit her woes to him? And to apologize for the Ridge? He shifts his weight as he contemplates the words she lays out before him. He clears his throat. "Heh, neither am I," he pauses while a wry smile tugs at the corner of his whiskered lip. "But you have came here today, to confess a wrong in hopes to make it right. It shows honor and courage." She has come to a frigid land to seek out a face she only briefly met. The suspicion begins to melt from his gaze and a new feeling of appreciation takes its place. "Come back to the Ridge?" he asks with a tilt of his crown. "It was not mine anymore," he pauses thoughtfully."I lost myself after the War. I buried myself deep into the vast jungles and hid myself out of shame... I failed my family and," his tone grows serious. "Brought dishonor to my father's name. I was unworthy of ruling the Ridge, of calling myself a King." He turns his thick crown away from Faolain. His glacial eyes focus on the distant jagged mountain peaks. He clears his throat and returns his attention to her. "Is Siobhan still in the Ridge?" he asks finally the words pain him as they slip from his lips. His queen and his lover. It gutted him. He had left her behind in hopes that he would be able to find the pieces of his soul and return to her. Bera Konung of the Inlet |
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- dark mirror - By F A O L A I N July 26, 2020 at 08:07:50 AM
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