Stavanger Bay gently, gently, the constellations aligned

Perhaps Deirdre’s warning had come too late. Or, perhaps, she had come at just the right time to save him from his impending doom. Despite all of this, a sense of darkness had already began to slink through his being. He could feel it and yet he did not resist it. Rather, he welcomed it and allowed it to make it’s natural progression. There was nothing more that he could loose in his young life and did not could not foresee a better alternative.

And yet, the queen’s words hung heavily in the air between them.

He did not speak in response to this, as he felt unable to properly respond. Instead, he simply nodded to her instructions. “I look forward to it,” sincerity lacing in the deep rumble of his baritone as he regarded her with a nod.