Sun Mote Copse archelaos

you would command a king?

his words were hard, but there was laughter in his eyes. kairos knew her answer already. he moved to pull her into his arms without awaiting an answer, meeting her teeth with his own embrace. it was her place, and no other's, to command him; to draw his blood if that was what she demanded in offering.

let them come, he hissed against her gilded ear. let them bear witness. all men should know that i've come to make you my wife.

he had known that he would from the moment he'd seen her ruined face, the strength and fierce beauty that no scars could hide. from the moment he'd heard the sharp edges of her clear voice like a pure blade. a goddess born into flesh. he'd known then that she would be his.