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His ire was far too worked up with the fuel of his past grievances. The notes of Mab's apology were poignant, yes, but fell upon the ears of a man who was not willing to hear them in the moment. There was so much that needed to be said and more that needed to be yelled. For him. For Dusk. For...

What just a few short words could do to him still after so many years. Asemir had never once fretted an audience with anyone, not even Mab, but it did not stop his mind from churning through just what on Arethil she could possibly need him alone for. Ten short years had softened their relations...

Well that was a relief. Asemir breathed a bit easier watching Aethiriin's expression warm and brighten. Perhaps today would be a good day. One that Thiri could look back on without regrets or guilt - something that was becoming more and more difficult for her as she struggled with herself. He...

Well, so much for his nap. Asemir righted himself, asked for a topping-off of his tumbler to replace what had been spilt, and managed to scrounge up some enthusiasm stashed away to look pleased at the state of Ru's party. He was glad, of course, to see her so bright and cheered, but he would be...

Friendship bracelets. The Gods were generous this birthday. That took a considerable weight off his shoulders and Asemir loosed a sigh of deep relief. Maybe he would have that nap after all. The man sank back into the cushions, utterly spent by the wear of it. He didn't care if attendants were...

Nothing to fuss about indeed. Asemir did not need a cue to take in any ensemble she wore, but his mind was far from clothing where the more important notion of why wasn't her ankle healed already by one of the court's healers was there to distract him. He shared a glance with Ceilidh who seemed...

It was amazing how two decades could pass in what felt the blink of an eye. After so many millennia, a decade hardly felt like a sigh - and a short one at that when the reminder of Ruosin's 22nd birthday arrived in the form of one very excited, flame-haired Ephi. How could he have forgotten...

Smiling, he reached down to her hands and drew them up toward her shoulder where the moth could find a more suitable perch while it grew its strength. Young promises were often full of excitement and hope, but it took time to nurture them into something stronger. "I will teach you how to find...

Over his tenure as Triumvir of the Duskirae he had witnessed countless promises made to the Court. Some promises were long and heartfelt, others were short and earnest. He hadn't the mind to memorize them and, truly, there were far too many to do so anyway, but there were a few that stood out in...

For certain Asemir believed every word she spoke, but it was not exactly his decision to make. Not entirely, anyway. With a slow breath he unfolded his hands from his back and dipped one into the pocket of his robes. There he produced a small, white conical seashell, "Then take this," he began...

"Your former life no longer holds root in Dusk," Asemir continued, a look of warmth in his gaze at her last words, "Duskirae can no longer participate in the politics and courtly affairs of their former lives. The neutrality of the Court depends on this - we take no sides in war or dispute. We...

Asemir counted her among the lucky few to have never stepped foot in Summer. Ceilidh would, of course, be an object of great desire there: high born, beautiful, intelligent, talented ... single. The pregnancy might put off most men that he could reckon from Summer, but that was hardly the point...

The Sea Gallery sat at the very end of the Guest Grove, perched upon the precipice of the cliffs that stood in the warm glow of the evening sun overlooking the sea. The broad, high arches of the white marble were ribboned by grape vines that fluttered in the salty breeze. At each pillar, a...

"After it is born I will gladly carry the child for you," Asemir replied with a flicker of a marked smile, "in my arms, and not before." The touch to his cheek did sober the King's expression and his smile dissipated like the morning dew under the rays of the rising sun. He gave her a nod...

At least she still had her humor. Things couldn't be too bad if there was still a laugh and a smile. "Of course," he replied, bringing both hands up to either side of her face, "anything for Ceecee-" and leaned down to plant a kiss at the corner of her lips where he lingered, smiling warmly...