you worry me

He had become bitter and moody, these two weeks had steadily worn him down, and left with nothing but his thoughts, drove him steadily mad. Outwardly he seemed only to be the dour man he had always been, but internally he was plagued by thoughts of retaliation against him, and danger to his children. It had all gone to pieces and now all he could do was hold tight to what he had left.

He had been in his den, brooding when Korinna’s call came, and like a shadow he slipped from his sanctuary and paced silently through the woods toward her.

“Korinna.” He breathed her name as a greeting, his head low to hide his throat in case she too would strike at him.

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