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March 15 - March 18, 2022
None of that sounded like fun. “It really isn’t,” Kieran said when I voiced exactly that. “Cas was a fucking whiny baby that day.”
Not as intense as what came from Casteel, but no less meaningful. Nothing about Kieran was less.
Kieran and I were attempting to behave appropriately. Apparently, Casteel wasn’t. He bit his lower lip, revealing a hint of fang. His lack of behaving appropriately didn’t come as a shock. At all.
“I’m not sure if that’s a serious answer or you just being indecent.” “When am I not being indecent?” Casteel asked with a chuckle.
I grinned. “And how about now?” “Normal,” Kieran answered. Casteel’s thumb swept over the top of my hand. “Indecent.” “So, no different?” I surmised.
“Don’t punch your father, Casteel.” A faint grin appeared as he moved on to his other boot. “Is that an order, my Queen?” “It really shouldn’t have to be one.” “But?” “Yes.”
Casteel deserves someone who will burn the realm for him.”
“You ask a lot of questions.” “So I’ve been told.” “Has anyone ever told you that asking questions is a sign of intelligence?”
not kieran that's for certain
“If this is an order, then I will obey.” My head tilted. “You don’t really have a choice.”
Is it only the trust of the people and my experience that has guided this decision?” My father and I needed to discuss a lot of things once we saw this war to the end. And even though we planned for the possibility that we wouldn’t succeed, we did so only because that was what a responsible Queen and King did. However, no part of me didn’t believe there would be an after. Still, I said what I needed to say anyway. “You’re the one who taught me that I cannot save everyone,” I began. “But I can save those I love.”
“What is it with the Da’Neer men and being amused when women threaten them?” I asked. Kieran snorted, taking my hand and turning me to face him. “It probably has a complicated answer,” he said, carefully taking hold of my crown and lifting it so it didn’t snag in my hair. Neither Casteel nor I would wear our crowns. We would already be targets on the field, and we didn’t need anything making it easier to pinpoint us. “Buried in deeply rooted issues that span many generations.” “I find that deeply offensive,” Casteel remarked, coming to us as I smiled. “Sure, you do.”
“But before that, I’m going to get what I want. You. In the armor.” “Gods,” Kieran half sighed, half laughed. Casteel’s lips curved into a smile against mine. “It’s not like you aren’t thinking it.” My eyes went wide as Kieran sounded as if he choked on his breath. What I suddenly felt from him while Casteel chuckled wasn’t embarrassment. It was sharp and heavy, too fleeting for me to latch onto. My eyes narrowed on Kieran as Casteel took my hand. “Are you shielding your emotions?” “I would never do such a thing,” Kieran replied, his expression one of pure innocence.”
creatures erupted out of the fissure, nearly Setti’s size, their hard-shell skin slick and the color of midnight. They were shaped like the wolven but larger, and they…they were featureless except for two slits where the nose should be, and wide mouths full of jagged, sharp teeth. Well, that was a whole bucket full of nightmares right there.
