I don't really like myself without you
He had not taken the time to visit the new owner of the Arch or even to visit Solomon. He had recently seen his King on the battlefield to where he had been victorious over. But he had not won the prize…the series of battles had been too costly for his energy to beat Valka in the end. He returned home a failure. In more ways than one. Even his tender moment with Kvothe in the falls had turned sour. She begged for his forgiveness and offered him anything his wanted. His request to her was simple, but she never returned home. It didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together…she had feelings for him. Kvothe may not understand her feelings for Tyr, but they were there. Feels far stronger than the lust of passion they had shared. His claim on her scar was no more. His claim to the chestnut Friesian was no more.
The stallion moves through the Inlet in a sluggish way. His pride had gone with the many losses of his heart. Every day his sister tries to use his defeated mind to win him over. Each day he becomes less willing to tell her no. Thankfully, he is still able to with the trace amount of pride he had left. It was mares like Medusa, Lace, and Arael that keeps his spirit. They keep him the same stallion he has always tried to be. A noble, righteous, man who continues to grow in power and strength. He had hopes and dreams to achieve to continue his family’s legacy. To make his father proud. A scent on the breeze stomps him instantly. Xiomara? Why is she here? The punches just keep coming…
He would have ignored her if he didn’t think that would cause him even more problems. Xiomara was not a mare to ignore nor was she a mare to make angry. Had she finally come to take her revenge for his challenge last fall? A challenge that he still felt he had every right to make. Slowly, he begins the walk to find her. Ironclad follows the trail of her scent almost as if she had planted all of it just for him. His body shivers with the sudden rush of hormones, especially as her body comes into view. The scene behind her paints a look of anger on his face. ”Really Xiomara!” He screams, now advancing quickly towards her. ”Here of all places!” He yells. She knows exactly what she was doing to him. Ironclad slows his pace to a quick stop a handful of steps away from her.
His bottom lips quivers as his voice settles into a more normal tone. ”Why? Why would you come here?” He knows there was no sense of feeling hope, but he couldn’t stop it from happening.