NIGHT WILL FALL AND DROWN THE SUN
WHEN A GOOD MAN GOES TO WAR
It seems they are as reliable as the sun rising. While the world spins (life and then death, the shifting of crowns upon heads, the rise and fall of land, the gain or loss of magic) they cling to one another in an embrace so dear that not even the force of the universe spiraling in endless, rapid shapes could tear them apart. It is a grasp between lovers felt and knot together so heavily that he feels her pain, even from a distance.
He is careful to give her space — to watch her grieve, frozen in place for hours at a time — until she snaps into action. They have grieved many friends together (even their own children), always with their arms and legs entangled. But he lingers in her shadows, waiting until she officially calls the kingdom before he slips along her burnt side. He will always be her shoulder to lean on, especially when the weight of the crown weighs so thickly she might stumble. The red knight trades her smile for one of his own, sewn with the thread of understanding and acknowledgement. They will have much to discuss, even in the depths of the night when she returns, bone-weary, from some kingdom or another.
He can’t help but think upon how damn sexy she looks as Queen of the Leviathans. It’s been a long, long time since he’s seen his wife take hold of the reins of an entire kingdom, commanding them with a simple tone from her gruff voice. While he knows the stress of the throne will cause ache to her bones and grief to her heart, he cannot help but think — as he had thought years ago — how well-suited she is for the position.
He is quiet, beside his fire-queen, while she moves briskly through the politics of a change of leadership. His brown eyes glance over Scorch’s back to the young princess who is to be the heir. She seems strong enough to lead Nerine, and she will be even stronger with his wife’s guidance. His eyes lock eyes with the young woman’s for a brief moment and a tender smile inches into the corner of his mouth. Although his heart swells for the twelve children he might have, he will always have room for more love.
While he has been absent in Nerine’s affairs, he speaks aloud. “If a diplomat wishes to travel to Sylva to deliver the news, I am willing to travel as a protector and soldier.” He’s never been a very good diplomat, finding too much sympathy in his heart to be quick-witted and stinging in his words, but he is gifted as somewhat of a soldier with his bulk and muscle.
Hestoni
Hestoni volunteers to travel with a diplomat to Sylva, however he won't do much speaking since he's not much of a diplomat. If no one wants to go to Sylva, that's fine too!