Wapun Meadow blood axe

"oh you're absofuckin'lutely right," ancelin swore in glimmering admiration of the fierce regina who had led bearclaw into domination of the rising sun. he was her husband and it was enough for him. "hope you'll get your wish. princesses choose knights. that's how we met," added the rex with an arch of his brow.
ancelin didn't know towhee well; he understood a bird followed her and that the young woman did not speak. hoping to rectify this through time, he instead studied tvar, trying to search for that hint of softness which emerged when the man spoke of the hawk-eyed huntress. "nice, isn't it? being in love," voice assuming! voice teasing.