Qeya River mockingbird

you don't have to be a king, blackfell, but you could be more than just a hunter. veksar held the weight of his brother's ire like he was cradling a newborn. he felt it too, that anger. that desire to be anything other than what was before you.

but what did he want to do with all of it?

veksar wanted better.

we carry the crownore name. we could build something new out of it. re-imagine our legacy. no one has to decide for us anymore. we left.

and then the bomb dropped. veksar fell quiet for a moment, searching blackfell's gaze. he adjusted his stance, straightened his shoulders.

we steal land from saatsine? the question came more as a gruff whisper. are you outta your fuckin' mind? what if they come back?