There is something behind the throne

Quilyan

greater than the king himself.

Now, before you judge the prince for his inability to properly dispense justice, allow me to explain:

Prior to having met Resplendence, long before having heard the story of how the pegasus mare had tormented his mate during the invasion - in fact, even before planning for the invasion had taken place - the prince had come across the pretty, speckled mare in a group of other, less fondly remembered equines, and had enjoyed an evening under the, shall we say, unfortunate influence of some particularly potent mushrooms. Until fairly recently, the memory was a fond one, albeit nothing he intended to revisit after finding Resplendence. But now... now, he is filled with a great deal of confusion over how, exactly, he is supposed to feel about the allegedly evil fae.

As he does not particularly appreciate being confused, much less over a woman, it has translated to a great deal of misplaced frustration. In addition to that, his relationship with Resplendence requires at least a moderate amount of anger toward the pegasus who attacked her.

So, in a way, it isn't really his anger, to begin with.

This is why he does not immediately attack her when she saunters into view. In fact, he takes a moment to watch appreciatively, as even in his irritable mood, he has to admit that she is a stunningly beautiful mare. She is not nearly as adorable as my Resplendence. But the stubborn insistence sounds hollow even to his own mind. Zarina, infuriated by his lack of action as much as his former treatment of her, shrieks angrily, her fur puffing up and her hackles rising in a decidedly not threatening manner. He resists the urge to send her up a tree with orders to wait silently.

"You," he says (with a great deal less venom than he had intended) before adding, "have caused me a great deal of trouble, m'lady. I should have known after that first day that you would only be a headache." His tone quickly turns to that of the flirtatious joker he had been when they had first met, and he adds a wink in for good measure. He takes a moment to explain to Zarina: first of all, he is no fighter. Second of all, he has learned that one may draw in a great deal more flies with honey than with vinegar. And, finally, (he keeps this to himself) the damn woman sparkles, even without any sort of magic or trickery. He would never willingly betray Resplendence, of course - but his eyes can't help but enjoy the view while he cajoles the pegasus into leaving his poor mate alone.

@[Phaedra]

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