Chill of the dark

“I’ll hold you to that.” Basilisk said without humour. He was starting to understand the possessiveness that his grandfather had felt. His relationship with Ignita was an odd one. She belonged to him as a slave did to their master, but he also respected her. He would fight to protect her, and he would not easily share her. As the Warlord, he did not need to. She was his slave, and that ownership was absolute.

Basilisk also glanced towards Hazel’s side of the bed. The space was always lonelier without her here to fill it. “She’s on patrol.” he explained with a sigh. He was also starting to think that sleep would be denied to him tonight. “Hazel knows my loyalty to her is absolute. We’ve been through hell together, Hazel and I. we understand each other.” He explained