Sinner;

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

Sinner cannot deny the truth in her words either. Perhaps he was lying to himself in saying that Mary and he are no more. Their relationship blossomed quickly from the very beginning. A connection he perhaps will rarely find again in his life. Ruling with someone like Mary would perhaps be the greatest thing anyone could ask for. She was born to rise and find glory in her life. But he perhaps was not. Perhaps it was his greed, his selfishness that made him simply not capable of leading. Maybe the very creation of himself was not fit for ruling ever. He was a predator, not a prey. The world of politics was simply a different nature than his very own. “I don’t know,” he whispers in reply. The black hellhound could not tell what the future would hold. Sinner simply let the ties from Sylva fall away, not even thinking of meeting his own daughter that he knew he had coming recently. Mary would do just fine without him, and their daughter would likely flourish. He watches her crumble. The walls she had tried so hard to hold up, protecting herself. The waves of emotions that crash and burn against the barriers that their heart is bursting with. Every time their gaze interlocks, the walls crumble down. Their souls connect and pulls them together just a little bit more despite the invisible walls they put between them now. He yearns for her just as much as she yearns for him. The hellhounds eyes do not fall away from her when she looks away. He takes a step forward, ears flickering forward as her voices lowers into a whisper. The beating of his heart pumps faster and his lips become dry. A look of corner slowly begins to soften the edges of his harden features. Sinner is silent as she confessions something he never expected to hear. It is almost total surrender—giving herself completely to him despite everything he may ever do. But perhaps to her it was worth it all to save whatever they had left. Did they have anything left at all? He doesn’t answer her. How could he reply to something so selfless? It felt undeserving to take the sacrifice she was so willing to give to save whatever they might have left. Every part of him believes she deserved more. Deserved whatever the father of her growing child could give her than what he could ever do. Instead, he focuses on meeting his son, taking his mind off the thousand of thoughts are crashing about wildly. The black hound watches as a hellhound pup comes rushing forward from where he was hiding. There is excitement in the matching eyes of his son, not like the hard-stoic look that often shield his thoughts and emotions. A small smile of contentment gently touches the edges of his lips. The excitement in his son fills him instantly with a joy that is often distant and forgotten. “Hello there,” he says with a touch of happiness noticeable in his tone. It is another rare occasion to see the hound freely show his satisfaction, but with @[Valdis] and their children it had always been free and open. Nothing he had ever felt hiding from the view of her or their small family. Sinner takes a step forward; nostrils flaring to get a better smell and look at the boy. He turns his gaze to look at Valdis when she speaks. There is clear disappointment in her words, but he doesn’t see that at all when he looks at their son. He sees strength and power. Erio is quick to pass the negative words of his mother, which causes him to look back to the boy with a bigger smile. “And that is what you are, indeed,” he says with approval. “No matter what the world thinks, you will always be strong.” He adds, as he closes the distance between him and Erio. Sinner nudges his son playfully. His smile grows even more. At the mention of Dracarys, he looks towards Valdis. “Dracarys is well,” he says to reassure Valdis, “I sent her off to Loess. I am sure her grandfather will keep her safe.” The decisions to send Dracarys to Loess had been both out of spite and care. Spite for Castile to remember something of him but also for someone to look after his daughter when he cannot. Castile was now more capable of giving Dracarys the future and guiding she would need—he knew his independent daughter would go far in her life and needed all the resources. “You can find her there. I am sure she misses her mother dearly,” he adds before looking back to Erio with proud smile that is much larger this time.

Sinner

the fallen king

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