King lingered a little longer than perhaps decorum deemed appropriate before once again he was apart from her, the familiar and missed scent lingering in his senses.
"I am tired." he said, still nocturnal in his habits for the most part and with many, many miles behind him.
"I suppose my bower is in a state of ill repair, but I shall retire there regardless." The darkness of the shallow cave was what he craved at the moment and the familiar dusty silence. Seeing Fair again was too much and he knew the emotions had put down their roots much too deeply in him for a few winters to chill.
"I no doubt have my work cut out for me."
Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 8:58 pm
His bower, as it turns out, had been very well-kept in his absence.
With the exception of being absolutely covered in winter flowers.
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