no man's son

He'd been spending too much fucking time dwelling lately. Too much time trying to hold onto the things that had gone down with his father. The ailing, once king, a shadow of himself. Björn⁢ could feel the resentment building in his system, rolling and rocking through his body. It builds in all the worst ways... Björn⁢ is explosive on a good day. Things were only getting worse.

Drawing to a quiet stretch of beach on the eastern shores of Boreas, he allows himself to find a spot in the sand. Collapsing in it, back against one of the scrub trees, he waits. He watches. Collecting his thoughts and taking in the relative serenity of this place. There's too much peace here. There's too much peace everywhere. Once more, it's making the rot prince sick.

Red sun still hanging in the sky, his gaze on the still waters is unblinking. It's quiet. For now, it's quiet. At least it's only a matter of time. The breakpoint is coming.

"speech"