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X A C.

he’s been laying here for what feels like days, unmoving, feet curled into his blanket to keep warm. his heart feels heavy, as does the rest of his body, and he finds it hard to even work up the effort to face the people of the kingdom when he’s so tired of just about everything. he doesn’t know what it is – perhaps it’s just him missing adair, or perhaps it’s just him finally caving in on all that’s happened in the last months. the invasion, the pirates…it’s all hitting him head on, and while he can’t decipher why he’s feeling like this now, he has a good idea that it’s because he’s no longer distracted with a certain pair of emerald eyes and smooth curls. the brunette jumps at the noise of the door, eyes flickering slowly over to it as he wages whether or not he wants to get up. he doesn’t. “it’s open,” he grunts out, sinking lower into the comfort of his bed. whoever it is can see themselves in seeing as he doesn’t take much mind in someone seeing him like this – though really, he knows it can only be one person knocking at this time of night, and finally, after many weeks, he feels his heart start to beat faster, cheeks tinting.

adair licks his lips nervously as he hears xacry’s voice from the other side of the door. whatever bravery had inspired him to make the trip down to his crush’s doorway in his silky royal nightwear left him just as quickly as it had arrived and he suddenly didn’t know why he was even here in the first place. his heart seems to speed to life all at once and it was dizzying enough to cloud his inclination to leave, instead urging him to enter the bedroom. he proceeds sheepishly into xac’s room, refusing to look his way partially because he doesn’t know what sort of expression he’ll find and also because he’s never been in this room before. there was plenty to look at, even in the dim lighting xacry has burning for them. “sorry,” he’s immediately apologizing once he does dare lift his curious gaze onto xac’s form curled up in bed. “i didn’t mean to wake you or anything.” it’s been so long he barely even remembers how to talk around xac without sounding ridiculous. even he hears the hint of longing in his own voice. “nothing’s the matter.” it feels important to add. the last time he was abruptly woken from his own sleep, his kingdom was being invaded. “in fact, i could really leave if you’d rather me not be here. i understand.” there’s a sad tinge to his voice, an unexpected self loathing that goes along with the version of himself he’d had to become to process all that he’d lost. “i just... i can’t sleep.” adair’s voice is small by the time he stops talking and his hand lifts to the back of his neck, rubbing it awkwardly as he stands in the doorway.

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     slowly, the ice around the sea prince’s heart had been melting although his situation had yet to improve. a string of good news related to other happenings around zenan plus the unfamiliar ache of longing were to blame for the positive change in his demeanor and it was the motivation for adair’s midnight escape down the hallway and towards his advisor’s room. before the invasion of kradaeca, he and xacry had been bedmates and while it had been endlessly confusing for adair’s crush, it had felt right. he’d slept better than he’d ever done so before and while neither of them put a name to the fluttery feelings that would spark between them waking up entangled in one another, it was something he’d come to need. pushing everyone away had included distancing himself from xacry but it wasn’t until now, with his heart feeling softer and more vulnerable in the aftermath of sanda mel, that he realized how much he had missed a certain pair of crystal blue eyes. there was a high chance that xacry wouldn’t want to see him. he could also be asleep -- it probably wasn’t mutual that being apart revitalized insomnia. still, as he knocked somberly on the door, adair couldn’t quash the surge of hopefulness that flooded his veins. // @xacrys

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       he winces, licking his lips even as his hand comes to scrub at his hair. “not really. or i do but it’s more like as long as i’m not — as long as i’m not seen.” he tries to explain, unable to really find the words before blurting out, “unofficially.” because it was unofficial, the only time he had managed to get close enough to the door was when one of the more official guards recognized his as the one who carried nate up to his room the day they let him go from the dungeons. “but i do try to keep him safe. i know i’m suppose to be watched closely but you must know — i care about his majesty. i regret what i did, everyday.” and he did, even if what he did was simply follow orders. he wishes he had been strong enough to leave like anya had been. “derrek, your majesty. derrek maurer, at your service.”

     as a royal, one could tell a lot about what a person thinks of you by what title they use to address you. as a result, adair feels an instant sense of trust when this ironhaven guard he barely knows titles him as a king and not merely a prince. those closest to the kradaecan heir have been doing so since shortly after the passing of his parents but in the eyes of much of zenan, he is still only a prince and a young one at that. if the title hadn’t forged the bridge of connection, the confirmation that this knight protected someone so close to adair would have done so. “what is it you regret?” he asks in a soft voice, eyebrows raising in curiosity. clearly, he’s missing some details here. “it is my pleasure to meet you, derrek maurer.”

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J U D A S.

And here he thought being stuck in Norden was bad, to be stuck in a place whose woods the wolf in him didn’t even begin to trust was truly something. Hands run down his face in agitation. Gods, fuck this, fuck this, he was already done with it. “What’s keeping us from leaving, everyone is fine right? Just dandy? Because I’m about ready to leave.” His tone was flat and winy, and Judas lets out a huff of air, he felt far too cooped up in this place, Norden no longer felt so stifling all of the sudden; it was as if his wolf self was howling under his skin and bones, clawing to get out, to run free.

there’s something vaguely validating about everyone else going stir crazy in bearoria. he can sense the itch to go home, to leave, stirring in the air. he can feel it in the way many have glanced towards windows or fidgeted where they stood. the validation comes in the rejection. no one can leave and if adair has no home to return to, they shouldn’t either. “why don’t you go give it a shot and find out firsthand what’s keeping everyone here. i’m sure it will be very educational.” his voice is a flat monotone not out of annoyance or cruelty but rather disinterest, perhaps. it’s been so long since anything has interested him; maybe he’s forgotten how it feels.

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D E R R E K.

       he shakes his head before cocking it. he hadn’t seen the man but well —- “sometimes,” he starts before glancing around and noticing there are a few people surround them he steps a bit closer. knowing if people knew what he was about to say he would most likely be kicked from the position he held tightly. “sometimes i stand guard. at night. around dawn when most of the castle is asleep. i don’t —- i can’t.” he stumbles because how does he explain the only reason he’s allowed near is because he had been the knight to bring nathaniel up from the dungeon. how does he explain the heavy weight he feels on his chest every time the door opens wide enough that he can see nathaniel’s figure but can’t do anything to help the man. “he’s okay. i think, or at least there hasn’t been any emergency.”

     adair blinks as the guard moves closer. if it were any other person from ironhaven, the prince may have felt threatened. he may have retreated himself. instead, he shuffles closer as well. it’s amazing what a connection to nathaniel can have on adair’s opinion of a person. “he’s okay,” adair repeats, relief making his voice airy and his shoulders sag. still, despite the confirmation, he truly doubts nate is anything close to okay. or at least not as okay as adair would hope of him. “you stand guard?” he doubles back to what the other had said first, finding the revelation to be an interesting one. “you keep him safe.” that thought finally brings a smile to adair’s lips. nate is safe. that’s at least one less worry for him. “could i ask your name, please?”

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D E R R E K.

    he doesn’t expect the softness. not from what he is pretty sure is the prince of kradaeca — the man did have the curls and eyes everyone fawned over — but he does lose some of the glare that had marred his face. he nods, gently before finally speaking. “i do know king nathaniel, yes.” he responds hesitantly, stepping back just the slightest in case it was a joke of some sorts. but he didn’t think so, the expression was far too genuine to be anything but. the man could have called him out and exposed him or something worse. lamely, he adds a even softer, “your majesty.”

     the prince’s posture relaxes with the affirmation, shoulders slackening and something close to a smile gracing his lips. any friend of nate’s was a friend was his and though he didn’t know specifics as to the relationship between his father figure and this knight, he doubted nate would trust just anyone from ironhaven. taking note of the way the other’s voice drops and the uncertain step backwards he takes, adair is made aware that his line of questioning is probably confusing. “sorry, i don’t mean to blindside you or anything,” he utters, head shaking in dismissal of the title though he knows it’s said out of formality. “i was just wondering if you have seen him... recently? i have not been able.” the prince’s tone is rueful. it seems wrong to have not seen nate after all that he’s been through.

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nicolette!

“she’s the one i have to thank for me having any sort of a backbone, i think -- though some would still argue that to claim as much is questionable. if it wasn’t for her and her training and patience, i may just be dead. the pirate back in teshayra would certainly have done me in. so i guess i owe her my life, in a way. not a bad person to be indebted to, as far as i’m concerned.”

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emeline !!

“she’s my mother in all definitions of the word besides biological. i hold her in incredibly high regard and look to her for an example on how to rule a kingdom. though where most see the dragon queen, i really just see a soft source of unimaginable warmth and love. i don’t think i spoke with her very kindly when last we met one on one but i’m sure she understands. things have been hard lately but i don’t fear losing her love. i don’t think i ever could.”

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D E R R E K.

          keeping a low profile had gotten boring fast. derrek understood why people didn’t feel comfortable or trusting in his presence. he was part of the kingdom that tried to take over the very soil they stood on. but he had soon given up with the pretense of being just any old guard. today, he dressed in his ironhaven armor and walked with his head held high, he was done hiding in the shadows and he was done having his men hide in them too. he was hoping to find a couple of them right now, remind them that they would still be doing training. except, his default expression at the moment was furrowed brows and a sneer to any person giving him even the slightest of eye, like now as he passed someone walking the opposite direction of him.

     his first impulse is to glare. the fact that anyone would so proudly boast the colors and insignia of ironhaven in bearoria of all places doesn’t sit well with the patriotic prince. he doesn’t want to say anything -- he’s tired of confrontation and menial chatter -- but the more his eyes follow the ironhaven guard, the more the venom fades from his expression, place taken by confusion. curiosity draws him closer and his voice is soft as he addresses the near-stranger.  “pardon,” he starts, “i have seen you speaking with nathaniel before. king nathaniel. you know him, yes?”

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“Well done, lads. Well done.” Dunkirk (2017) dir. Christopher Nolan

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Here we go, here we go It’s about time that we set it off Here we go, here we go Red lights, I could never stop. 

@magnus-blackhart, @adcir, @ofemeline, @kinghenrymontague, @kingnathaniel

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H E N R Y.

henry finished his goblet of wine far too quickly. within a few gulps of the red liquid, his throat was burning and his cup was empty. not only was the wine gone, but so was his ability to stare into his filled cup instead of looking at adair. there was something in the young prince’s eyes that unsettled henry — perhaps the knowledge that the same broken look rested in his own eyes, and how it might be seen as a weakness to his people. adair didn’t have to worry over such things yet. the boy’s words takes the older man out of his trance, and he finds his gaze resting unrelenting on the prince’s eyes. it takes a moment for henry to find his words, his brows twitching together slightly. adair’s words were eloquent and gentle — they were everything a king’s words should be. “i could say the same of you. you ” he replied softly, finally moving to sit in his desk chair once again. now that he was sitting across from adair, he leaned onto the surface of the desk and peered into the other’s gaze once more, hoping to find solace in what felt like a world of loneliness. he nearly spoke, but the prince’s words cut him short — and as a result, he’s left listening to his words with his mouth slightly agape, and his throat clenches shut as the sudden urge to let tears escape his eyes overwhelms him. he clamps his mouth shut, licks his lips and swallows thickly. he couldn’t very well say i know, i feel the same way, could he? no — he had to be the strong one. he leans forward more before he speaks, keeping his voice hard and steady. “he knew,” henry said, forcing the smallest of smiles. “i promise you, adair — he knew. i can’t tell you how many times he spoke of you, and how proud he was. he knew you loved him, and he loved you in return.”

it made him feel vulnerable and small, having henry gaze at him so openly. he was being scrutinized carefully, with concern, and though anyone else would have been brushed off, adair doesn’t dismiss henry’s fretful stare. truthfully, although he’s feeling microscopic with the worried eyes of the king meeting his own, it feels good to be feeling anything at all. since the invasion, it’s been a string of bad news for the young prince. each new piece of information hardened his heart and he encased himself in layers of steel as protection. he couldn’t hurt if he couldn’t feel pain. to finally chip away at the shell he’s constructed for himself is both dangerous and thrilling; it’s not going to fall away -- he can’t afford to let his guard down -- but he lets himself feel, just for now. something burns through his veins, searing and hot. it nearly brings him to tears, the fatherly reassurance. for once, someone is saying exactly the words adair needs to hear. “you promise?” he repeats, all resolve drained from his voice. he just sounds tired now, to his own ears. tired and so young. the little prince wants to ask what nathaniel said of him, what the man he looked up to in every way could possible have told the other king of him. it doesn’t seem appropriate to ask for more than he’s already been given so, instead, adair gives back in return, though his voice wavers, thick with emotion. “he thought so highly of you as well, i know it. he would be incredibly touched by how you have grieved for him... by how you continue to grieve for him. you must have cared for him very deeply.” there’s a slightly lilt of question, an invitation for henry to speak more to that fact. he’d speak more himself if he weren’t caught off guard by a rogue sniffle and a shivering inhale. “i do not wish for it to be loved, past tense. i still love him. what am i meant to do with this love now?”

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M A G N U S.

Magnus blinked, bored. His father had told him to keep an eye on the prince but all Magnus saw was a child. “Then why don’t you go and do whatever you need to help yourself.  Waiting for others to help you and whine when they don’t is not going to do anything.” 

“Because, as much as I may like to, I can’t take down an invader and reclaim my kingdom on my own. You have to be absolutely daft to think that’d be possible. Some of us weren’t out here committing treason and messing with the balance of Zenan just for fun like your father,” he replies coldly. “We were being displaced from our homes and reeling from a king’s death. So don’t talk about shit you don’t know and don’t fucking treat me like a whining kid when all I want is a little help getting my home back.”

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M A G N U S.

Magnus wanted to be in Ironhaven, he knew that it wasn’t the time for it but he just wanted to be back home. He spent most of the day in his room unless it was imperative for him to be out, though he would take a few walks around the castle trying to entertain himself. He was tired he hadn’t slept properly since that day, And as he sat on a bench in the garden he closed his eyes and felt himself falling asleep until he heard footsteps and quickly looked at the person approaching. “Can I help you?”

a very solemn prince adair finds his way to the gardens with only the smell to guide him. even in teshayra, he had found beauty in the blooms and he hopes to glean the same comfort from them now. everything that has happened over the past few weeks has jostled him around, emotionally, doing nothing to improve the impenetrable grim aura that hovers over him. spotting another figure, adair has every intention of ignoring magnus, who he recognizes in the brief glance he gives. “no,” the sea prince answers curtly, selecting a seat far from him. “no one seems able nor do they care to try.”