full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Well. That was an ominous message if he’d ever heard one. In his mind, no less, and no mistaking who it was from. ‘Amun. Meet me at the Labyrinth.’ This sounded like an excellent way for him to die, and an excellent place for a body to get dumped.
Considering he’d been avoidingWessex since the incident with the murder tree, he wasn’t sure how pissed she was with him. That she was pissed went without saying though. However, this was a direct order from the queen, so he figured he absolutely could not refuse. Also, he absolutely did not want to make her come find him; he’d been avoiding his punishment long enough, and prolonging the inevitable would just make her angrier. Plus, he was getting tired of all these fucking voices in his head.
So he sauntered on down to the Labyrinth. When he spotted the queen, he gave her a grin, though his eyes remained wary. ”You called?” He surveyed their surroundings, marking escape routes if everything went south. ”This wouldn’t be my choice for a nighttime tryst, but whatever floats your boat, Princess.” Maybe he was pushing his luck, but he mouthed off in basically every situation, and the familiar cadence of it steadied him.
Considering he’d been avoiding
So he sauntered on down to the Labyrinth. When he spotted the queen, he gave her a grin, though his eyes remained wary. ”You called?” He surveyed their surroundings, marking escape routes if everything went south. ”This wouldn’t be my choice for a nighttime tryst, but whatever floats your boat, Princess.” Maybe he was pushing his luck, but he mouthed off in basically every situation, and the familiar cadence of it steadied him.
amun
