heavy lies the crown

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 06-06-2013, 08:00 PM by Epiphron.)

And if Gerhardt had known Epiphron better, he would've been stunned that she had given up her place as Valhalla's Alphess to come to Seracia to marry Maverick. She was proud of her pack, of her family -- and Seracia was nothing but a word to her. It meant nothing more than what Maverick had told her. She could only hope that, over time, she would grow to call this place her home. At the very least, she would give it an honest try. For Maverick. For Valhalla. For herself, for the love for the Prince that had begun to grow in her chest and flourish, even in his absence. As hard as she had tried to ignore it, the affection had all but grown as she struggled to stifle it.

Either way, her coming here was certainly strange. Epiphron was essentially asking to become the heir to Seracia. Eventually rule the pack. And Gerhardt, luckily enough, was a good enough judge of character that he accepted her proposal with an open heart and a smile that showed he was not at all disappointed with the change of plan.

She was not normally such an open book, but this man would be her father-in-law. As good as her own kin. Joy spread over her features in the form of an unabashed smile, tail wagging in almost childlike nature as reality began to sink in. Maverick. Her heart lurched in her chest; she'd gotten what she wanted. And oh, how terribly she wanted him, as his father asked her how they would deliver the news. She had not considered that he actually had grown fond of Chrysanthe until now. She had seemed pleased with him, but admitted she was not sure if she would ever grow to love him. Suddenly she grew faintly nervous as she considered speaking to him, but her excitement far outweighed any anxiety she felt.

"I'd love to see him, sir," she answered a bit too quickly, unable to contain her happiness. "I want to tell him myself."

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