Carry Me, Carry Me, Carry Me Now

Of course she would. OF COURSE SHE WOULD. Why wouldn't she? She was so fucking great, so fucking perfect, of course she would train to be lead warrior. It was probably just to spite him, probably just to rub it in his face like the smug little bitch she was! His rage bubbled and boiled inside of him, threatening to come out in a lunge for her throat or a ripping snarl. But no. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction. His teeth dug into his cheeks with bitter resentment. She could have picked anything, why wouldn't she pick the exact rank he wanted unless it was to ruffle his fur. God. He needed to run. He needed to get away from there. Away from his family. Away from Valhalla. Just to get away. But he couldn't. Not yet. Not until he was dismissed.

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