Long May She Reign {Sinner}

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

Sinner did not mind the tension that continued to grow between Loess and Sylva. It only motivated him even further to destroy what was left of the falling kingdom. Loyalty would be fickle when their strength was falling. Even he had seen his own members slip into the quiet, but there would always be those dedicated. Ruinam is one he thinks of often even if he does not remain within Sylva, but they would always find a loyal servant in the stallion—an ally they could always rely on. With the problems that remain unsolved, he knows Castile will have a harder time to remain on the throne. The war had only fed satisfaction for blood. It opened new wounds for those that might have lost someone. He does not feel the peace in the air but calling for a second reckoning. A reckoning that even meant his own position over Sylva. Sinner does not fear the outcome though. He knows the autumn kingdom will always be here, and he will live for a thousand of years until he destroys every obstacle to become the king he was meant to be. Time is all he had, truly. Mary reaches out to greet him. He welcomes the warm of her mouth. Her gentle touch is welcoming, and he remembers the very nature of their encounter before the war. It had been hot and filled with excitement. It brings an instant smirk to his face as he recalls those brief minutes. To him it felt like a lifetime of pure satisfaction. It was these moments he enjoyed the most—the lust and satisfaction of finally getting what he wanted were overwhelming at times. The hound’s eyes flicker with confidence at the mention of the challenge. He glances to the different parts of the kingdom, at least to what he can see. It would be natural for him to be afraid of the battle he has challenged the dragon-king to, but nothing in his mind or body makes him feel afraid. He only feels hunger—an appetite that has been left unsatisfied for so long until now. Sinner turns back to look at Mary. A smile lifts his lips with a gentle touch of mischief gleaming in his nutmeg colored eyes. “It would be foolish to be afraid for what I have put myself in,” he says. The battle seemed so far away, but it was closer than ever now. “I’ve waited too long for this, Mary.” He pauses for a moment, making sure to meet Mary’s own gaze. “We have waited too long for this.” Sometimes he forgets himself—how selfish he can be, but it is only natural for the hound to think of himself. It would always be himself in the end though. He would never have ties or be held back by another just as he was when the masters from hell had created him. “I am more than ever ready for the battle.” The battle that determined both of their fates. It felt like a heavy burden to carry, but he did not feel the weight of it. Life would move on, and he would find his way back again. “We will finally have what we waited for.” He mentions again. “What we have deserved all along.” His eyes narrow at the thought of them being so patient these last years. It was finally their time. Finally, their part to take the crown. To take what was theirs all along.

Sinner

the king of sylva

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@[Mary]