A familiar voice calls out, and a very nasty smile crawls across his face. It’s Raincloud, and the way that she’s calling out … this must be her child. And this child is very clearly not his. Someone’s been roaming very far from home.
The nasty grin widens further as the child’s eyes fill with tears at the sight of the little butterfly being crushed beneath his hooves. He barely notices the girl’s ineffectual kicks. “Oh I certainly hope so dearie. That was the point after all.” Then he turns on Raincloud, grin disappearing and eyes narrowing. “Now, Raincloud. Tell me … whose child is this? For it’s certainly not mine.”
The sound of a little scuffle rings out behind him, and his red eyes swing about to see his dearest son, Waylan, standing by the girl with a dash of blood about his lips. A corresponding bite has appeared upon the girl’s rump. Zayn grins as the boy moves to join him. “Very good my son.” Funny that the son most like himself in temperament would have come from Becca.
He pauses suddenly, golden head cocked to the side, an idea forming in his mind. “I have a thought … I will forgive your transgression Raincloud,” for it is very obviously a transgression, “on two conditions.” His grin widens yet again, once again taking on it’s previous nasty air. “One being that you provide me with a child next season, and two, being that, from now on … this illegitimate child of yours belongs to Waylan. To do with as he pleases. If not … I will kill it. And you.” Then he falls silent, waiting for her response. He would think her choice would be clear, but who knows. She could try the entirely stupid route …
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