His hair was a coal black, his face the near identical composition to his father’s. He looked so much like his father! As she had hoped for, had dreamed of! His skin was almost as fair, if not a pigment darker. Then she remembered a little voice calling out to her, seeing her beloved’s face within the luggage. Talia released a longing sigh as she thought about all that she had abandoned - about her confrontation with her father. She could trust him, unlike most of her grandfather’s court. But she hadn’t wanted the creature to get caught up in the fight, treasuring her white stag dearly. Her little one was depending on her, and this was all she could manage. How far they must be, using wagons and the like.
It was only logical that she followed it. She would get her answers from him once he woke up, but for now she followed the path home. She only tightened her grip on his ankle, dragging him further down the road.
If he thought she would obey him like an obedient servant, he was mistaken.Ī groan was heard behind her.
DAMIAN LAZARUS FLY CRACKED
He had finally cracked with time, just like the rock that he bent to his will. What was once a great and honorable man now existed a sad, ancient elemental. How could one just tell a mother to stand by while their child was treated like property? Abused? He was senile. It’d been planned to the tiniest of details, and yet her father though to make a fool out of her? To claim Damian as a piece of property, as if he were a land to be conquered?ĭid he think she would idly stand by? That she was a child to be lectured? Maker or not, he would not control her like a slave. It’d taken her weeks, months, nigh a year, to make Damian’s escape a reality, and to lead his father to him. It’d been one thing to learn that her father organized nothing short of an army to invade her beloved’s property, but it was another to realized he’d actually succeeded in kidnapping Damian from his safe haven. It was usually rejuvenating, depending on the temperature, but now all it served to do was give her a headache. Talia glowered as the noon day sun beat upon her head.
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