Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

The noise Primrose made turned to white noise as it hit the King’s ears. He was focused on their surrounding; eyes scanned the trees for a mother, father, or any underling. The static turns back to the forest ambiance when he picked up approaching footsteps. In comes a golden woman. 

Her movements were stiff yet swift. She shot daggers at the Déorwine before her gaze went soft for her son. She wasn’t happy about his presence, and that was proven even more by the way she wedged herself between him and Primrose. She’s protective, or she still held anger for the wolves of Kingslend. Maybe both. He wouldn’t be surprised.

Finally, she addressed him as a Queen. A dry chuckle rose from his throat. Cenric would have corrected her, but the boy spoke for him. Not only that, but the boy introduced him and informed her about their brief lesson.

Cenric Déorwine. A pleasure. He gave her a greeting nod. The meeting didn’t go well, I take it?.