Of memories of ashes

He drew an affectionate smile from her lips, an expression that was, in the moment, for him alone.he returned it in kind, the arsh Warlord features melting away with surprising ease as she saw the wolf deeper inside, as she always had. Deathbelle was the wolf who had shown him kindness and friendship in some of the darker points in his life.

Now that there was a land bridge between the two of them, he had no excuse for not visiting. Even if he didn’t quite trust the walk across. The ocean was immense when all you stood was a little pile of sand.

“The work will do them good, I’ll send them over with the instructions to follow your lead as though you were me.” he promised. They would never be slaves as they almost had been, but they would learn to respect and follow their Empress