and I have no one left but you to blame
She stands as a pillar against corruption, a beacon of flame as her own fires dance around her. Even fresh from birth, Morrighan looks a force to be reckoned with. Hair crisp, short. Bram beside her. Every ounce the warrior she’s always been, the fighter that came from the womb screaming and kicking into a world ready to scream and kick louder, harder.
Alecto looks to her, to the blues and greens that reflect in those depthless eyes.
The burden of a nation lies on her shoulder, and he does not say that he knows the weight of people’s expectations better than he knows his own name.
Instead, the man of starlight and everything opposite Morr moves as a sailboat through the skies. There is only the smell of wood smoke. There is only the sound of laughter. And he stops at her right to look at The people she looks at. The night is still young and their journey was long, but Morrighan does not let fatigue show if she feels anything at all. Alecto knows better than to show anything more than a façade, too. So he tips an ear towards the Regent, respectful of the wolf that nips by her heels.
“Few were as sure-footed as you, Lady Regent, on their way into the shrouded North.” Golden eyes do not look left, glancing at a woman who surely frowns more deeply than even his own father knows how to. They remain on the people she guards, the fragile lives she strives to see fulfilled despite the fury and anger ripping at her soul every second of every day.
His silence is unsettling. But then again, so is hers.
“I’ve yet to properly meet you. Allow me then, please, to introduce myself. I am Alecto, fresh from the ships of far trading countries, come to your beautiful city in hopes of making...something of a home I suppose. If nothing else, a story would settle with me just fine, too.” The voice that sighs to her is gentle, licking like a flame along her neck, resting as a laughing ember in her ear.
And he is honest, oh so frighteningly honest, before the Regent who would have his tongue for swaying it too much.
