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Brohomir, Great Seer of the Heartstrikers, (now) eldest child of Bethesda the Heartstriker, consort to a Nameless End, and Tetris World Champion for thirty-three years running sat at the end of a sunny box canyon deep in the New Mexico Badlands, playing with his baby dragon.
“You’re an animal spirit! How did you get into this place?” “Well, firstly, you can’t keep ravens out of anything,” Raven said, dodging easily.
I’m sick of living in the shadow of things that happened six centuries ago. I want to be alive now. I want to be happy again. I want…” He trailed off, holding his breath like he was waiting for something to break. “I want you,” he finished at last. “Only you. Always.” He put out his hand. “Please give me a chance.”
I miss you. You can throw that back in my face if you want, but I’m done pretending that I don’t love you. That I don’t still think about you every single day. That’s why I’m not afraid, because there’s nothing you can say, no secret you can tell me that could hurt me more than all the years I spent thinking you didn’t care.”
He was as bad as Bethesda, throwing away his family like pawns for his end game, and now, as always, Julius had had enough. “She doesn’t belong to you,” he snarled, taking a menacing step forward. “She’s a Heartstriker. One of us. She’s not recompense.”
