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Before he could answer, Fae asked another question. Well, not really a question and more of a statement really. "Things have changed." The Prince started, though realized quickly that he was very likely only digging himself into a hole. "Do you not see them?" Anger built already within his...

Avros opened his mouth to speak, but then snapped it shut as he realized that she was...of course, right. He hadn't even considered something besides horses, but mostly because he didn't have the bloody ability to get any of them. There were stories of course, the kinship of the Astorian's and...

A guffaw echoed passed Avros' lips. "And where do you suppose we find that?" Though the idea wasn't a bad one, they weren't exactly in a place to have such a thing. Most mounts throughout the Kingdom had been taken by the Usurper, and those that were left either held expense enough to bankrupt...

As Fae lifted the small roll of root, Avros raised his hand. For a brief moment he parted his lips, as if moving to object, but before he could the root was brought to her lips and she drew deep upon the drug. The Prince's eyes squeezed shut almost immediately, palm falling away before she...

Dawn had come too quickly for his liking, but he had let her sleep. It had been partially to ensure that the root was gone by the time she woke up, but also because he needed time to plan, think. They were headed north towards the wood, but...she was right, they were probably being tracked...

Avros watched her for a moment, lips pressing to a thin line as he took in a breath. He realized it didn't matter what he said. It didn't matter what anyone said in fact. Fae was too far gone. The Prince had lost his nation, his people, but they were still...here. Present. Some of them had...

He saw it again, that look, slowly draw into her eyes, but Avros continued. "I hadn't either." The Prince said softly. "My Aunt promised me that I would, when we visited." For a brief moment he seemed to pause, think, and then slowly he reached out. His fingers curled around Fae's touch gentle...

Avros didn't say a single thing as he walked Fae back towards camp. Far too troubled by what he had seen. A thousands questions circled within his mind. Wondering just how far she had gone, how far the loss of her family...no, her whole people had pushed her. He couldn't help but question...

Was this the root? No. He knew those symptoms well, and although he could see them within her, it was not the drug which had brought her here. The frown on Avros' lips deepened even more, and he felt his stomach turn in pity and guilt. It was a sad thing, to see something beautiful broken...

He followed after her, the trail within the wood obvious. She moved not towards the Riverbank where her things still lay, but instead deeper into the forest. It was obvious she wasn't running away, not completely at least. Avros just had to find her before she froze to death. Though winter was...

"Fae?" Avros beckoned, taking a step forward as his brows pressed together in consternation. Her words made absolutely no sense, speaking as though he were not there at all. Had she forgotten? Or did she simply...want to. The Prince stopped, not taking another step as he slowly lowered his...

For a long moment, a minute, maybe two, it was hard to tell just how much time passed within the quiet of that forest. There were no clocks. No song birds to mark the time. The only sound they heard was the thundering of their own hearts. "The Eagles Last Memory." He said the words as though...

For a moment Avros stayed quiet. His tongue stilling as she swept away, declared her intention and then began to move as far away as she could. The Prince paused, caught in a moment of self doubt, sorrow, and in simple truth; pettiness. A few seconds passing before the better side of him won...

"Towards the end of my...stay, most of my Guards didn't even know who I was." Avros admitted. It had taken him a while to notice that fact, but once the pattern emerged he'd followed it easily enough. Most of those on duty had simply known him as a mystery, or another one of the faceless...

Avros glanced at the cookpot for a moment, frowning as he considered her and then the food. "I do." The Prince said ultimately, deciding that a moment of selfishness would not undo every step he had had yet to take. In truth, he knew he was still rebuilding his strength. Ater nearly a decade...