The Boys of Summer [OPEN]

N/A · 09-01-2014, 12:29 PM

Albion sighed, understanding that this fae would not be one to let go of anything easily. He bit back a groan and allowed himself on long blink before halting once more. He turned back to her let her finish speaking before responding in a dry tone. He said, "Albion Kierne-Volkov," and there it was. All out in the open. The King's bastard son, with another surname no one outside of his home valley had ever heard of. He was supposed to be lucky because he had known his homeland? It was no different than anywhere else, landscape excused. Golden blood was always so keen to glorify anything they saw as their own. Slava did not look much older than him, if in fact she was older at all, but being of royal blood (he was careful to keep his face dead of emotion, particularly anger) she would have had to flee where as he was able to stay out of the war. "It had hills," he said with a hint of mirth. "and valleys and trees. It was a land, creatures lived there. You're not missing much." Word of the coup had reached Albion after he had chosen to leave him. Commoners like him were rarely dragged into court matters, unless the royals were gathering brutes for a war. No, they'd left his pack well enough alone. Until now, at least.

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