Blacktail Deer Plateau it's already burning

to say that hadrian understands aeneas and saarthal's attraction to reyna would be a boldfaced lie. he doesn't. he hasn't ever, in truth. she was far from the prettiest girl he laid eyes upon and she already proved, by yanking his siblings along by chains at their throats as she played with both of them like they were her toythings provoked hadrian's ire like none other. his opinions of her ( despite how he reluctantly admired her ) were debased and as low as low could get. it appears, much to hadrian's dismay, that reyna still had saarthal spellbound. aeneas is fine. well, he was when hadrian left at any rate.

who cares about reyna? he wants to spit. nearly does, except for the catch of his tongue betwixt his teeth at last possible second. he bites down hard to ward off the growing annoyance. saarthal was as lovesick as aeneas ...it wasn't her fault but unfortuantely reyna was not here to take his anger out on. i don't know if she's ok. he replies, much more curtly than he'd originally intended. i don't much care. he tells saarthal honestly. reyna was a bothersome fly to hadrian who had spent a long time pretending that he knew nothing about her sneaking around behind aeneas' back with saarthal. he'd tried to turn a blind eye, tried to be the meditator and for no one's sake other than saarthal's.

and you shouldn't either. he can't keep the chiding tone out of his voice. as far as hadrian was concerned: reyna hadn't ever been good enough for either of his siblings and she certainly didn't deserve them. you shouldn't mess with her. she's not worth it. she's not worth your time. let resting dogs lie, saarthal. it was, perhaps, harsh advice but it was all he had to offer her as she crumbles before him utterly vulnerable.