Blackfeather Woods bloom, gloom & doom

I'll fade here to start us a new thread! :D

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Pure curiosity filled the girl's words as she asked the dark prince whether he could see the future. Damien smirked, almost chuckling at the thought of him being a listener like his sister. No, Nyx, I'm no seer, he said, shaking his head with that smile still painted across his face, but let's say that being the Dark Master comes with its perks... I know some things... he added, bringing his voice down once more, suggesting that his words were for none but her.

Damien enjoyed the girl's interest in his teachings, and the sparkle in her eye as she listened was the reason Damien had chosen to be the lorekeeper of Blackfeather Woods. He wondered whether he would take it as a full-time job when he was older and unable to carry on the tasks of an assassin, and the thought did not bother him. But for now the short moments during which he was able to share what his mother had taught him were rewarding enough, and so was Astrid's company. He spent the rest of the evening with her, answering her questions with characteristic mystery for as long as she kept him company. The Dark Prince was warming up to the idea of wedding her at some point in the future, the night princess, a female brought up within his culture, adoring his gods, believing in his creed. That was all he could ask of whoever gave him an heir, and at some point, Damien knew that he would want that more than anything.

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