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There is something behind the throne
Quilyan
greater than the king himself.
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He was wandering again through this land that was so new to him. It was inconceivable that there was so much open, unclaimed land. Would he be able to create his own fief? He had run across herdlands, of course, marked with the scent of their inhabitants, and these he had avoided, having no desire to assimilate to their laws and customs. No, he was better than that. Better than them. If they offered him a position of power, as was befitting his rank and title, then perhaps he would reconsider gracing them with his presence. Or perhaps not; he would then have to compete with those already in power, or perhaps he would be forced into a mating that he was unwilling to honor, as was the custom in his homeland. His own father had not been completely sold on his mate; it was a pairing made for the betterment of the kingdom without regard for the feelings of either party. Braizier had not honored the commitment required of the monarchs by the gods, gracing wench after wench with his kingly presence, while Krysanthe had pined sadly, silently, for a love that she would never be allowed to have. Nor was she allowed to voice her discontent, for as a mare, she was expected to bear that which her mate chose to give, even if she was unhappy with his choices, as she certainly was with the king's... Memories were interrupted by a view of a mare frolicking happily in the distance. His interest was piqued, and he picked up the pace, moving into a graceful trot. His strides carried him easily and quickly over the ground, the picture of royalty with his bi-colored cranium held high, violet eyes bright, wings folded neatly at his side. He watched the fae as she settled to grazing, approaching from behind and to one side, a low whinny erupting from his throat to announce his presence. He didn't want to frighten the vixen, simply alert her to his approach. Nearing closer still, his next tones formed into words. "Good day, m'lady," he greeted her cordially, orbs twinkling. "A fine day for a nice frolic, is it not?" |
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