Mauja. Mauja the FrostHeart. The old King of the World’s Edge. The traces of his image poured into his head. Of course. That’s why she had been so familiar to him. He could see it now, she was the almost the spitting image of her father. He felt nothing at first. He just stood there, frozen in time. His body finally caught up with his mind, and his emotions took hold. There was nothing he could do about it of course, but there was nothing that could keep him from feeling that hate and anger. The jealousy. His anger was the first to hit, and he almost roared in pain. His whole body felt hot, like there was heat from the sun coming out of his veins. He suddenly burst into flames. All the red on his body was on fire, and he felt the pain of the fire burning into his skin at first, then it was gone. He was like a tree, so easily lit, but almost impossible to stop once the fire kindled. He looked at Psyche, flames pouring from his eyes, seeing her through flame with a burning passion. His voice grew deeper, and it rang around the forest they were in, echoing off the trees.
“Don’t take me for a fool Psyche. If you had a child with him, that is no business of mine. I am concerned only for you. I want to help you, or do you not understand? I care for you! You seem to always push those that love you away, or are too scared to admit it. Is that why you ran away with your tail between your legs when you pregnant with her?” He shouted that, no holding anything back. His fire would not disintegrate yet. He had more to say.
“Listen to me well Psyche; you maybe be ruler of this place, but not the ruler of me. But if you wish it, you can be the ruler of me as well. Right here, right now, I will vow to be your protector, your guard, and your slave. If you wish to decline my offer, then I shall be off, but be warned. We shall be enemies, you and I, and I will not let you forget it!”
His started to cool down, the fire pouring from his body no longer existed, and it disappeared from him completely within a matter of seconds. His eyes lost the redness, turning into a charcoal black, a side affect from the fire that was in them. Tears poured down his face, looking at the mare he loved.
“I love you Psyche. I just want to be yours, to help you rule, to do whatever I can for you.” More tears, and the emotions drained from him. Like he was nothing more than a bucket, and all of his water had been poured out of him.

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After all of that, all the emotion that had spilled out on the ground, a laugh could be heard. It echoed in the forest, quiet at first, then growing louder. It wasn’t crazy surprisingly, but it was heavy, sinking like a stone from the one that made it. It came from his slightly open maw. He looked at the black mare in front of him, looked at her with charcoal. Was she really that stupid? He heard the words she had echoed at him before he made his vow, but he ignored them. He struck a nerve in her, and he meant to. He would not apologize for that, for being in the heat of anger and saying things he didn’t mean, when he meant every word of it. The stallion was unknowing of what Psyche had thought, about the guilt that she had felt, but he saw that some emotions run through her, so he had finally got to her. He looked at her again, feeling a shy smile run across his maw. Was he crazy? Should he be angry right now? But now was not the time for that. He had said what he wanted, and that was all. It was time now to tell her what he thought about her, truly.
“You must take me for a fool. Well, I may be a fool, but I’m your fool. You are incapable of love, as I thought I was, but I was greatly mistaken. You can learn to love Psyche; I have the faith in you. If you choose to do so, then you can." He looked at her, eyes returning to their normal color, darker now, but they would grow brighter as he went one. “I don’t think you understand me either. Do you know exactly what it is I desire? Maybe we don’t know much about each other after all.”He paused, his heart hurting. Why had things gone so wrong so quickly? Would this really be the way it had to be? “Even if you don’t love me, I don’t mind. My laughter was directed towards you last comment.” He smiled again, almost a laugh escaping his lips. “I don’t want you? There is clearly a reason why I do; maybe you are just blind to it. Why would I go through all this trouble if I didn’t think something more of you? I’m not a tease darling, you should know that.” He walked towards her, till their muzzles were almost touching. “I will give you time. All the time you need. Think. Think, about it. That’s all I ask. Even if you deny me, I will help you with whatever you need. Just promise me you won’t send me away, not without good cause.”

"talk talk talk"
"think think think"

His heart was beyond broken. Her words echoed in his head. He wanted to scream, to say they weren’t real, that this was all just a dream. But he knew this we real. There was nothing he could do about it. A common whore? He laughed, a bitter cold and ugly one.
“Your only a whore if you’ve had a child with more than stallion. By that case, you aren’t.” He looked at her, his eyes dull, unfeeling. There was no emotion in him, just as it was in her. The love between them was gone. The words had destroyed him, broken him. Sticks and stones never did a thing to him, but her words broke his bones, all of them. She was his weakness, and he knew that he was wrong in doing that. He could he had fallen in love with her? He saw now what she really was. She was the Wicked Witch, the giant Troll Queen. She was the frozen beautiful queen of Narnia, the deadly one that manipulated and used the poor naïve boy. In his downfall he realized his mistakes. Now he would correct them. In the end, this wicked Queen would die. He would make sure of that. His thoughts went elsewhere. He had forgotten about one important thing: the slave. He thought to himself again, saying it again as it had been said before, how dare he? He wanted to kill him on the spot, to make his blood sink into the snow, and roll in it. His murder was useless, and his master, whom had disappeared, would easily be dealt with. He didn’t care about her or her wretched mother. He growled, looking at the lowly slave. His eyes poured fire, and he felt the flame rise again.
“Lowly slave; you’ll pay for that.” He lunged toward him, hitting his ablaze horn toward the steed. He marked a light gash on his skin, hoping to see it burn and singe. He laughed afterwards, turning his back to the two.
“I hope we meet again my Queen. For it shall be under certain circumstances that we do.”

(He wants to walk away, you can either stop him or talk to him behind his back, either letting him hear you or not. Sad day :'{ )

"talk talk talk"
"think think think"

Follow the trail of blood…
You'll find me at the end.