there a deeper and dark things than you; birth, any

[Engelsfors]

Had it been a normal time, a night were I was more attuned, more alive. Then perhaps, perhaps the seed of gloat would be planted and I would have toyed with the bay knight, strung him along with frivolous words, knowing how much it would have pulled certain strings of him, like some puppet. But this early morning, I did not see that fitting. I was spent, exhaustion marred me like the ash of the chamber's past, decorated my golden frame with heave lines and perspiration. But there was a smile there, a testing grin. But that is all. I lengthen my neck, lithe gilt, like the sun agains the earth, as it meets, it is a glorying union. I wrap my neck loosely around Killdare's and bring him close, feel his warmth, his heart. Regardless of how we may have disagreements, there was the fact that there, standing before us, was a child. A son. A new addition to the Chamber, who bequest to be the future. I smile, just watching him as the young straggler bumps against my hinds before shifting, having his fill and manoeuvring through the damp earth. Finding his feet and his long legs (well, I am quite the tower, I suppose and the warmblood lineage surged through his veins and his DNA quite well.) 'He could be named anything, and still be an asset to us, to the chamber.' it went without saying, that the boy would be something more, to not only them but the ashen earth, the kingdom. I lipped gently at the bay steed's mane, nibbling at his withers before pulling away and tiredly stepping closer to the silver buckskin. Such a glimmer of moonlight, his hide, he dark points like the streaks of night sky. As he was conceived upon a midnight hour, and born upon dawn's first light. He looked the mixture of night and the day. His amber eyes ever watchful. 'Perhaps I am biased, my love. But we have made quite the handsome son.' E n g e l s f o r s drink thy posion lightly dear. there are deeper and darker things than you minister of the chamber

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