Duck Lake just back to die

Just like that, there she was. If he sensed any danger, he ignored it. His queen! She was just as he remembered her. Hadn't he remembered her like this? She came toward him with sounds he chose to ignore. Not natural sounds. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew something was wrong, but he decided it was less important than seeing her again.

Not even now did he realize that he was, and always had been, madly in love with her. The siren queen, unlike any other that he had served. She had been so different, so opinionated, so blasphemous. So wonderful. As she approached him with hostility, he welcomed her openly. He would not resist whatever she chose to with him.