[ Something is off. Something is wrong. The Mors King is stubbornly plagued with these thoughts as he’s assailed by feelings of unease and restlessness.
He takes care to avoid her today… and even the Mors seem to shy away from her as a result. He goes for a flight outside of the castle, he lounges on his throne, and finally… he finds himself sitting in front of her portrait.
”What do I do?” he asks. There’s no response, of course there isn’t, but he asks anyway…
For whatever reason, he imagines her scolding him. Giving him that dead-eyed look of exasperation that usually comes before being chided on how impolite he is.
He expected something else. He expected her to tell him that this is good… that this is for the best… that his heart should only ever belong to her.
He wonders why it is that his memories of her are so much more vivid lately… it feels ridiculous in hindsight. The damn fairy was always so easygoing, wasn’t she? Curses are unfit to be spat from her lips, even in his memories.
Eventually, the day ends, and he retreats to their his chambers, where she sits on the bed awaiting him.
The sight is familiar. She looks just as she did on her first night here.
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He takes care to avoid her today… and even the Mors seem to shy away from her as a result. He goes for a flight outside of the castle, he lounges on his throne, and finally… he finds himself sitting in front of her portrait.
”What do I do?” he asks. There’s no response, of course there isn’t, but he asks anyway…
For whatever reason, he imagines her scolding him. Giving him that dead-eyed look of exasperation that usually comes before being chided on how impolite he is.
He expected something else. He expected her to tell him that this is good… that this is for the best… that his heart should only ever belong to her.
He wonders why it is that his memories of her are so much more vivid lately… it feels ridiculous in hindsight. The damn fairy was always so easygoing, wasn’t she? Curses are unfit to be spat from her lips, even in his memories.
Eventually, the day ends, and he retreats to
theirhis chambers, where she sits on the bed awaiting him.The sight is familiar. She looks just as she did on her first night here.
He wonders why it is that annoys him so much. ]