Galadiell
Drustan
Donnchadh
Late-Summer, Year 760 of the New Age
Glenmore, Glenmore Borders
Before ‘’The Hammer To Fall’
Donnchadh
His breathing tensed. He could feel his anger take control of his body and being as shivers ran down his bones and goosebumps made its appearance. It was all he could do not to flatten this tiny, idiotic, small-minded stag right here and now!
He was just like the rest of them! But flinching in his steps, he spoke.
‘’No. You are right, I did not think! But not because of myself. Not because of my status and my reputation!’’
He had to pause to take a breath. He was on the verge of breaking loose and he knew that that would be final. He will have no chance whatsoever. Desperately hanging on to his last bit of patience he continued.
‘’I did it out of my love for her! Not that any of you would know what that means. How many does do you have? And how many of them do you actually love? I did not think it would be FUN for her to sit here in pain and misery, longing for me, either! Given to a stag that did not love her as I do! That would have taken her for the mere sake of his reputation and status as you put it. I-’’
He was too angry now. He closed his eyes and threw his head. He snorted and tried his utter most best to calm himself. He looked down...feeling the earth of this land influencing him. Oh...how he missed his magic…
‘’I...am sorry, Sire.’’ he announced finally but still frustrated - realizing how much he must have sounded like Donnaghan. But then he came to thinking... His eyes looked into the emeralds hatefully piercing into his.
After all I’ve tried saying...proving…
He could feel something inside of him tense up. But he wasn’t sure what it was or what it meant.
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Galadiell
The golden doe’s eyes changed expression. How dare he! Even if he was king, what kind of King twisted a situation like that? In a rather high-pitched tone voice, she said: "And my word that he didn't stage it doesn't count I suppose?"
Really, what is up with them talking over her head! And they didn't listen! First off all, she actually did follow him, and always looked out for her! She had some things to discuss with her Donn too, but he always acted out out of love for her.
She felt her love’s magic.. she reached out to him, entangling into his magic. She looked at him. He was nuts if he thought she would politely go with the idiot who insulted him as if he knew and understood love!
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Drustan
The sable stag’s expression had gone cold. He’d heard all he needed to hear to confirm it. “No, Princess Galadiell, your word counts for nothing. Either he is deceiving us of his intentions or you are both trying to deceive me. In either case, no words can convince me that Donnchadh doesn’t have an ulterior motive. Either you have spies to be your eyes or you have the eyes of an eagle to know how fortunate my harem is. If I’m not mistaken, nephew, you stole your Princess away before I had even one doe to proudly call my own. How did you come to disapprove of my luck with my harem, without spies to bring the news to you in exile in the first place?” Drustan fairly growled, lowering his velvet antlers threateningly.
“Don’t waste your breath on apologies, Donnchadh, and certainly never mention my harem again if you prefer your yellow belly on the inside. You dare question my love for them, when you flee like a coward from your responsibilities, and drag her to the far reaches of the Kingdom where she will never be safe? I would rather be loveless and see my does safe, than risk their lives for a brief moment of happiness.” His own magic stirred in response to theirs, making the soil quiver in anger under their feet. “Go. Be gone, back to your exile. Galadiell will be safe here but you never shall be. If you know what love is, you’d face an eternity of longing to keep her safe.”
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Donnchadh
His heart missed a few beats as he realized that he had just given away the fact that he had indeed sent spies. But that was only for the sake of their daughter, mostly. Yet, he knew that by mentioning that - he’d just waste his breath.
He had to admit, though - the fact that the smaller sable stag was letting him go was a big and fortunate surprise. Secretly - he was grateful. But he could not help the sarcastic chuckle that came from his chest or the words that followed. ‘’Yes well, let us not forget that I had kept her safe for three long years. By the looks of it - you would not even be able to protect yourself.’’
Pushing his luck - as always. He looked at his doe then and his heart ached. His mouth went dry.
‘’Very well. I will leave. And should there come any sort of harm to her - know very well that I will hunt you down and make you pay dearly for it, Uncle.’’ He eyed Galad, knowing he cannot embrace her now. Not with the pale king as angry and frustrated as he was.
‘’Good-bye, Princess.’’
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Galadiell
Galadiell looked at them. Talking over her head like that … It wasn’t exactly the first time stags were talking about her over her head, but her Donnchadh should know better. She felt in her heart, that Donny wished for her to be safe, to be taken care off. But she wanted something else. To stay with her mate. She called to her magic. She could only glow faintly, but she glow with love. Donnchadh was right. She’d been save for three years! When her prince said his goodbye, she rose her head in anger. She took off, dashing in front of him. Like hell she was staying with that pimp!
“Áillte blessed me with strong magic ever since I stayed with Donnchadh! I’m not giving up!”
She shouted. It was love. Love had made her magic strong, Áillte supported her! Why else would her magic grow! She would not give her love up … Her Donnachd.
And about that deal he made ... She was SO going to get him for that LATER.
She ran the legs from under her body, returning to their hideout in the Needle.
