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“By the Forge, I vow to you the first cut of my heart,” Annind translated for the sake of the mortals observing the ceremony, “the first taste of my blood, and the last words from my lips.”
Oh? Its cute :0
But such a flavor morphed into something else entirely, transformed into a sweet syrup lighting her belly with fire.
Kinda weird but kinda cool?? As bad as it sounds id try it.
The Fae King matched his subjects’ energy, laughing and drinking alongside them.
Thats kinda sweet though.
There was something about the shadows in his eyes, the way he undressed her body and soul.
WOAH.
Perpetually in pursuit of an adventure to whisk him away from his princely duties. To distract him from the crown that would inevitably sit on his head.
I would too I would too.
“You shouldn’t be.” And, although he hadn’t fully expressed it, Aisling knew what he meant: she should be his queen. A Queen of Roktling, ruling over the coastal kingdom when the day came for Dagfin to inherit his own father’s throne.
Im sensing a possible love rival, will he try to steal her back????? Or somthing of the sorts.
Dagfin gestured towards the celebration spinning around them—”he can burn in the Forge for all I care.”
Im keeping my eye on him.
“If you ever feel you’re in danger, if ever you need an escape, Ash, write to me. I’ll find a way. I offered to run away with you once and you denied me; that offer still stands, will always stand.”
Damn, id bite but like. He is iffy for me rn.
The Fae King’s voice was deep, every word dripping with his fae accent.
Oop.
“Are you cold?” The Fae King leaned down to whisper against her ear lest the wandering revelers overhear their conversation.
They aint in love but I am :D
Where Aisling had expected dirt and filth, the tent was adorned with rich, luxurious quilts and comforters, plump pillows, hand-woven rugs, and opulent animal pelts, skinned to perfection. How the fair folk had not only parceled and lugged such luxury across the Northern landscape but also prepared it so charmingly, was a shock to the mortal queen.
I would sleep there.
The rider smiled, a warm expression framed by dimples. If it weren’t for his being an Aos Sí, Aisling would’ve believed him to bear a kind heart for his cobalt eyes sparkled with a tender sort
AAAAAAA
of reassurance.
AAAAAA pt2.
“But I can see in the twitch of her muscles, the angle of her ears, her willful gait, she wants to ride faster, quicker, harder”—he considered Aisling—“she’s inheriting that spirit from you, mo Lúra, and a rider who inspires their stag is a formidable one indeed.”
I wanna ride a stag now ToT
“Whatever you covet, Lir will give you.”
YOOOOO WE GET A NAME FINALLY
“Close your eyes, Aisling,” he said, her name on his lips strangely intoxicating.
👁️👁️ OOP
“I wouldn’t dream of it, princess,”
ON MY KNEESS????? HELLOO
But before the Fae King boarded the craft, he stepped into the waters, drenching his trousers to the thigh.
AAAAA
lest she witness his trousers sticking to
TO WHAT HUH
his waist and legs as the water ran down his lower half and soaked the bottom of the boat.
SCREAMING
“I prefer to toy with my mortal princesses first: chase them, play with them, and only then are they satisfying to eat.”
Ooop
“Do you trust me?”
Do you?
“Because you’re different. Not quite mortal. Not quite Sidhe,”
Oh?!?!?!
“I thought we were bringing her along as bait. Not a liability.”
Rude
“I’m sure the mortal wench is fully aware of how the Fire Hand spends his days,”
Ik they hate her vut damn
“You’re the only creature on the earth that’s been given the opportunity to view this war from two pairs of eyes. Don’t blind yourself to one to uphold the lies of the other.”
This will be importabt later
“I doubt myself. I can’t be of much help should anything happen,”
Real
“You shouldn’t,” Lir said, “you may be more capable than I.”
Screaming ToT
“Perhaps you should focus on your own destructive tendencies instead of mine,”
Aaaaaaaa pt 1
“I have many.” “Tell me one,”
Aaaaaaa pt 2
“You,”
OMG
“And? The first ancient, dangerous beast I ever encountered I married.”
Quite litterally
“You’ve been avoiding me.” Her voice was mulled wine, nearly another’s voice and not her own. “Because you wield strange and cruel magic against me. You being near to me alone makes it difficult to think clearly.”
Oo
“No, I live in the past, afraid to either fail you as I did Narisea, as I nearly did at the Isle of Mirrors, or commit the same crimes as my mother in your name. To either fail to protect you or fail to kill you.”
:(
