It was like waking up.
The dense emerald of the grasses and the freshness that rode upon the back of the soft afternoon breeze was a soothing balm to the cranky stallion's bitter moods. While he would be loath to admit that he was enjoying himself, Camdis couldn't help the contented sigh that blew from his nostrils as he continued his leisurely stroll across the fields. It came as a pleasant surprise to him that the realms that he had stumbled into had helped ease the tension of his existence, had help lighten the burden of guilt that pressed so cruelly into his shoulders.
Well, as long as he was alone, anyways.
It seemed as if when there were others around, all the stallion could think of were his failures and of the bitterness that pressed close to his heart like a brand. He had never known true companionship, he had never known a conversation that was not of an educational or commanding nature - he hadn't even gotten to know his own wife, the poor girl. Camdis Lohir shook his head at himself, considering the beautiful cousin that he had taken to his bed in his desperation and agony.
Her name had been Twilla and she had been kind enough. A dutiful wife, an even more dutiful priestess, she had not blanched at the stallion's admission of cowardice and his intent to vacate the throne once their children were ready to submit to the counsel of the elders. She was a good mother from what he had seen, loving and affectionate where he had been distant and terrified.
He sighed again; they were in capable arms and he prayed to whoever would listen that his failures would not bring them the strife that he so deserved
The dense emerald of the grasses and the freshness that rode upon the back of the soft afternoon breeze was a soothing balm to the cranky stallion's bitter moods. While he would be loath to admit that he was enjoying himself, Camdis couldn't help the contented sigh that blew from his nostrils as he continued his leisurely stroll across the fields. It came as a pleasant surprise to him that the realms that he had stumbled into had helped ease the tension of his existence, had help lighten the burden of guilt that pressed so cruelly into his shoulders.
Well, as long as he was alone, anyways.
It seemed as if when there were others around, all the stallion could think of were his failures and of the bitterness that pressed close to his heart like a brand. He had never known true companionship, he had never known a conversation that was not of an educational or commanding nature - he hadn't even gotten to know his own wife, the poor girl. Camdis Lohir shook his head at himself, considering the beautiful cousin that he had taken to his bed in his desperation and agony.
Her name had been Twilla and she had been kind enough. A dutiful wife, an even more dutiful priestess, she had not blanched at the stallion's admission of cowardice and his intent to vacate the throne once their children were ready to submit to the counsel of the elders. She was a good mother from what he had seen, loving and affectionate where he had been distant and terrified.
He sighed again; they were in capable arms and he prayed to whoever would listen that his failures would not bring them the strife that he so deserved
THE MELODRAMAA
