Kreios
wildcat of the falls
I glance over at Jedi as he arrives, pleased to see the overo stallion. I remain quiet other than a welcoming smile. The next to arrive is a pinto mare I’ve never seen before, but she clings to Archam’s side and I assume that she is one of his mares. She doesn’t answer the question of castes, and seems cautious. The next to arrive is a red-gold mare, and then the filly that Ygritte seems to have adopted. She doesn’t stay long, and no one speaks up at all.
This is rather frustrating, I think with a scowl.
Perhaps ruling a large kingdom is more difficult than I’d imagined.
“Any thoughts at all?” I ask again, looking from face to face. “If not, I intend to go the the Dale to renew our alliance.” (I glance to Ygritte, trying to gauge her reaction) “And then possible to the Desert, since I have family ties to the place.” My father rules there, I do not say; there is no reason to. It is enough for me to be known as the King of the Falls, I’ve no desire to reclaim my title as Prince of the Desert as well.
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god