Alistair, Part 10

The days of summer dwindled, but the dread of coming winter dulled to merely an inconvenient, future consideration for most residents of the Ice Realm; the coronation revels for the new Queen Aria lasted weeks, in every corner of the kingdom. Aria took Valtteri as her king on a warm, breezy day beside the ocean, … Continue reading Alistair, Part 10


Weston, Part 2

“Let me see her,” Weston demanded, his voice carrying inside the tent. “What are you so worried about?” Casimir asked. “She’s just sleeping.” “In your tent. I suppose you’ll tell me you didn’t find your hands wandering while you healed her, either.” “She’s sleeping in there because she broke her fucking ankle and she’s exhausted. … Continue reading Weston, Part 2