EVERYONE

[Rhysand]

They gather slowly, her call one to answer. She announces her leave. The woman who had kept him alive, his mother in some ways is gone. A whispering puff of smoke in the inferno. His friends, his family dissapear, her offer hanging like crystals. Heavy and apparent in the dark atmosphere. He is frightened, the wolves closing around them as his muscles spasm. Was he the only one who objected to this? What would his father think of this when he arrived? Surely his father would say something... Though the gray stag's heart belonged to Nerine like Rhysand's belonged to Sylva. No.. No his father would say nothing to the wraith before them. No one would. Not with their queen gone. No one would object to the death of Sylva. Much like no one had objected to the murder of Taiga. "And the murderer takes shape," The boy's voice is quiet amongst theirs. His head rising as does the volume of his words. "Who are we to allow a killer to rule us? Shall we die like the taiga did? Is it not our best interest to survive? Why shall we throw away what has been built... Why should we give it to.. to..." He stops, chest heaving as he raises into the form his bilogical father had given him. A strong stance, one full of pride for his home. THEIR home. "You may have destroyed what Beqanna offered you. But as Djinni has offered someone today you shall not destroy us. Not again." He is ready to take on whoever challenges him. The wraith himself even. For despite his red gaze and harsh words he was nothing to the fight Rhysand had in his true heart of hearts. Sylva was his home. The only one he had ever known. ((UNEDITED))

Rhysand

Istanbul x Krigare

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