you and I both know that the house is haunted
and you and I both know that the ghost is me
Magnus is silent as the other residents pour forth, not recognizing any minus the shifter-King. He had never felt so alienated in Heaven, had never felt more a stranger in his own home as he takes a step back, recognizing the scarred mare as their Queen. Magnus supposes this makes his journey to the Chamber moot, and he is grateful that he chose the diversion. He cannot decide whether he is glad to be stripped of the need to journey to his old home or whether he was disappointed to lose the chance for a fight.
Tucking away the conflict to think on another time, he waits patiently as they gather and fuss over Fiasko, wondering if it would be wiser to perhaps give them privacy. Despite his decades of life here, this was clearly an intimate gathering—and he was not sure he would be welcome. Just as he decides to excuse himself, Fiasko speaks up again, and his gold-flecked eyes begin to burn with intensity, his gut twisting.
“There has to be another way,” he growls suddenly, fully aware that his opinion was most likely not needed. “The Chamber won’t be sated with keeping a mare who is no longer Queen, and rolling over and giving up is not setting the kingdom up to be protected in the future.” It was setting an example that they were weak—that they would willingly give up their monarchs at the slightest inclination of pressure.
His stomach sours on the idea as the warrior in him roars angrily. He shakes his head at her request to be respected, clenching his teeth. It was not in Magnus’ nature to actively rebel against a monarch’s decision but he couldn’t help himself. Not sure how to respond without spewing forth angrily, he fell silent, eyes burning as they turn to Mast, hoping that the King would not simply accept this without a fight.
MAGNUS
once general. once lord. once king.
