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@Nina @Aideen @Bane @Duckweed @Rayne @Cinaed @Rose
He should have been prepared. The king, logically, knew that the time would soon come. She was no longer the vibrant, young queen of the past but an aging, wise matriarch. He should have steeled his heart, prepared it for the coming onslaught, but instead he had done nothing. For once, the king had decided not to let the worry of it all consume him. Other than making sure she no longer outdid herself, he left her mostly to her own devices. She was a strong woman, and as long as Miccah didn't meddle too much, she was content with his presence. Over the years, she had made him feel many things. Anger, hatred, bitterness, respect, love...guilt. Why hadn't he noticed? He should have seen the signs...right? Miccah always watched her...he should've seen it. Yet, the dark king knew nothing could have been done. It was the natural order of things...but it still hurt like hell. He had found her like this, nestled deep within the heart of the territory. She looked peaceful, like she had just been taking a nap and Miccah ached to move and wake her. But he couldn't. She had been his queen, his friend, his mentor, his advisor, and grandmother to his children. She was such an integral part of the Woodlands, of him, that Miccah couldn't wrap his head around it. His breaths were harsh, his muscles tense, his soul torn, and his blue gaze with an unusual sheen. But he couldn't stand like this forever, staring, doing nothing. He had to call the pack. So the dark king slowly lifted his head to call for his pack for a time he hadn't thought would come for a while yet. He had been wrong. Nina Hervok, founder of Secret Woodlands, the woman who had made a home in these dark thickets despite every trial...had fallen. Nothing would ever be the same again. "speech" |