*Fynn*Sage held open the tent flaps. I ducked my head out, looking for any signs that someone might see us. Not that I was afraid to be seen with Sage, but rather, I was afraid someone might catch me slipping down to the creek to take a bath. It seemed somehow unbecoming of a commander. I mean, everyone should bathe from time to time. In the evenings before bed, I usually washed in the wash basin in the tent, but I knew I should get a full bath.I just preferred to avoid bodies of water these days.I turned to look back at Sage. I noticed then that the vine that climbed the central tent pole was now covered in delicate blue day flowers, ironic because it was early evening and this was the first time I'd seen them bloom."Go. You stink," Sage commanded, giving me a little nudge.I rolled my eyes and stomped out into the dark. There were a couple of little purple birds sitting at the entrance to the tent, staring at me with heads tipped to the side. They were waiting expectant
"Well, that's a rather rude greeting," Sean purred, reminding me of an orange tabby cat I once had as a child. It used to preen itself and purr, enticing people to get closer before it swiped out at them. It was just a mean old cat, satisfied with causing pain."I've told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in dealing with you. Take your business elsewhere," I warned."You haven't even heard what I have to say," Sean rebuffed."And I don't intend to," I retorted. "I'm only standing here to make sure you leave my camp. I don't want you stirring up trouble with any of my men either.""I wouldn't dream of it. Although, that pretty little captive you keep tucked away is an awfully tempting treat," he chuckled darkly.I grabbed him by his sooty black collar, dragging him closer. If I wasn't so furious, I'd be impressed at myself with how fast I was able to grab him. The old bastard was surprisingly slippery most of the time. Maybe he was losing his touch. I could hope at l
*Sage*Fynn was late getting back to the tent that night, and he left out early. I didn't know what had kept him out half the night, but I'd been asleep by the time he returned. I only knew he came back at all because I had awoken at one point in the night to get up and get some water.I wanted to consider all the options about what he could possibly have spent his time doing, but I was also afraid to. He was a handsome man, with lots of interested eyes following him everywhere he went. He could spend his time how he wanted to, I supposed. He wasn't beholden to me. In fact, I was still technically his captive, however willing my captivity may be.As the sun pulled high overhead, I was struggling to make myself do much of anything. I needed to get up and get moving for the day, maybe do some training of some sort, but I wanted to wallow. I wasn't sure where this intense feeling of dread was coming from, but I was worried that Fynn was losing interest in me.When we came out of t
"Any injuries, or anything exciting?" I asked though I was only half listening to him. I didn't know what his mood was about. I could only try so hard to uncover the source of his foul mood."Nothing good," he dismissed. He was struggling with the buckle on the left side of his armor, the same one that always seemed to give him trouble. I could take a pocket knife and make the holes for the buckle a little bigger, but I wondered if he'd let me touch it at all.I nodded to acknowledge that I'd heard him talk, but I couldn't muster much more of an answer.His foul mood had me concerned I was right about my worries this morning. I wondered if my luck had finally run out. Fynn was stunningly handsome, and he was probably regretting dragging someone like me along on his adventures. He was tired of me. I'd made myself too available to him, too desperate for his attention.I considered coming up with something to say. I could press and see if there was something deeper here, but the t
*Fynn*I could see the way Ragnar's massive hand wrapped around Sage's small one. I saw the way she gingerly pulled him toward her, helping him off the ground. I could see the evidence of her magic still lingering in the air, a smell like the coppery tang of blood.Charging toward them, I could hardly think straight. All I knew was that I saw red when I saw Ragnar come into contact with her.I'd been feeling off all day, having to leave early this morning to resist the boiling feeling that was bubbling under the surface of my skin. I wanted to stay, to hold Sage in my arms for an eternity, the way that I did each night. After my conversation with Sean, something tugged harder in my chest, a magnetic pull toward her that was getting more and more irresistible.It had messed with my mind, tearing me up all day. I was in a foul mood when I returned, and I felt so guilty for being short with Sage earlier that I didn't even try to stop her when she left. She should have left. She di
*Sage*"Sean told you about Sage's abilities?" Fynn asked, though the fury from earlier was snuffed out and he seemed much more reasonable now. He even looked like a different person again, less feral and on edge."He's been talking a lot about Sage. He seems to have some interesting theories about her. I didn't realize when you were being vague about where she came from, it was because you genuinely don't know," Magnus answered."Well, that's not exactly fair," Fynn deflected."I fell through a faerie ring. No matter how many people refuse to believe me, that's the truth," I interjected. It felt good to let the truth out, as much as I could understand of it. I trusted these men, even though Magnus had just revealed he'd been speaking an awful lot with a strange man who had a habit of just dropping in.Everyone turned to look at me, though they didn't seem to be in shock, or even that surprised, really."Tell them your grandmother's name," Magnus pushed.I frowned. Now we
I couldn't decide if they had finished for the day early or not on account of me, but I was too embarrassed to ask. Something about an entire war being put on hold for me was too much to handle, so I did my best to not think about it."Tell me what you're doing for your warm-ups," Ronan said, gesturing to the arena space that was now fully covered in moss."We just do a lap at a walk, then a trot, then a canter, in both directions." I stood in my stirrups, stretching my legs down and letting my heels drop low."Alright, that sounds like a good start. What are you doing during your practice time? Any particular skills you're trying to nail?" Ronan continued."Well, when I fell off yesterday, I was trying to teach myself to get over some jumps," I explained. The blush that burned my cheeks was inevitable. I didn't want to admit that I was struggling with any of this to Ronan, but I knew he was probably the best horseman in the group."Alright, put us up some jumps then, let's g
*Fynn*Fighting with Sage caused a strange series of emotions to wash through me, and I wanted to get back to the tent to sort them out. The adrenaline and close contact made me feel far less combative, and instead, much more motivated to do something else with our time.We ate a quick dinner, but we were a few days away from the next ration delivery wagon, so food was a little scant. It was a fine meal of more meat stew and some bread that was starting to go stale, but if you dipped the bread in the stew, it wasn't so bad.Sage seemed in a hurry to get back to the tent too, though it seemed more like she was tired.We excused ourselves from the campfire early and made our way into the safety of the green canvas tent. I lit a few of the candles and lanterns to provide us with some light. I wanted to talk with her, to tell her the truth about what I was feeling. After Ronan mentioned the word 'mate' yesterday, I spent nearly the entire day today considering what that could truly
I was familiar with the concept of a receiving line. I wasn't sure if it was a custom here or not, but it didn't take long at all for a line to form outside of the chapel."Congratulations, we couldn't be more excited for you," a couple of tiny pixies congratulated us."Thank you. And thank you for honoring us with your attendance," Fynn told them."Yes, thank you," I agreed, not at all prepared for a situation like this. I didn't have his skills with people. He always knew what to say to someone and most of the time I was left stammering.There was a steady stream of people, and I started feeling like I was getting the hang of what to say to them. Most of the time, I just recycled something I heard Fynn say to someone else, but people really just seemed to appreciate being acknowledged and spoken to kindly.Every now and then, there would be a few people who seemed less than thrilled at my presence. A lot of them were women who were clearly attracted to Fynn, and that was un
It only took a couple of weeks for Magnus to make his way back. He'd been planning a return trip to meet with Fynn anyway, so it wasn't difficult for him to extend his stay for a couple of days.The day that Magnus and his company marched into the city was bitterly cold, but the sky was blue and the soft, fluffy clouds that floated on the wind looked like cotton candy. There was celebration and triumph, music playing, and banners waving as they rode into the city.There had been nearly consistent celebration since the end of the war. For nearly a month now, there had been feasts, dances, speeches, and parties. Fynn and I had attended almost every one of them. Fynn had even hosted a few himself, introducing me to all of the families that helped him rule over his domain. The Woodland Court covered a surprising amount of territory, and people came from all over to celebrate victory with Fynn.Now that Fynn ruled Water Court too, it was expansive. He would need help organizing a new
"I have a request," Fynn told Ragnar.Ragnar grunted at him, taking a long sip from the warm drink in his hands. I had learned it was their equivalent of coffee here, but I couldn't quite get on board with it. It sort of tasted like hot dirt to me. Ragnar, however, appeared to survive off it."What do you need, brother?" Ragnar finally said after swallowing down probably half the mug."Sage and I have decided we'd like to do a bonding ceremony," Fynn started.Ragnar's eyes widened, and a broad smile split across his face. I was starting to believe he wasn't as much of a grump as he wanted the world to believe. He got to his feet so fast that his chair clattered to the floor and he practically tackled Fynn as he tugged him into a bear hug."This is perfect!" Ragnar cheered. "Do the others know?""We just decided a couple of days ago. We need someone to do our tattoos for us," Fynn explained as Ragnar put him back on the ground."I would be honored," Ragnar beamed. "When? W
Fynn released all the tension in the reins, letting Alastor gallop full force back to the manor. I slid my hands up Enbarr's neck and let him follow after, praying that he could follow Alastor well enough to not encounter any holes or tripping hazards on his way.The glee that filled the air felt like fireflies, even in the chill that came with the end of autumn. The bridge across the moat that surrounded Fynn's manor made an echoing rumble as we raced across it, and I could barely contain my excitement anymore.Alastor slowed as the road turned from dirt to gravel, and Enbarr followed his lead. I tried to drink in all the sights as we arrived, but there was too much to look at.Intricately carved wooden signs decorated the castle, with a handful of silk banners. The stables were a stunning feat of engineering and architecture, with stone arches and warm-toned wood and wrought iron. There were kennels filled with beautiful baying hounds, and a few dairy cows lowing and chewing cu
*Sage*I had about a thousand questions for Fynn. He had clearly known that something would be happening on the battlefield, but what had played out before our eyes had been the last thing I expected. When Evangeline's body crashed to the ground, sword still protruding from her chest, there was a flash of light that seared around us, and the world seemed brighter.Someone asked if we should give chase to the Water Court troops, but we were commanded to hold the line. When Fynn finally signaled for us to go back to camp, there was a sort of war whooping and victory cry like I had never heard before.A few battalions were held back to help Fynn take over the Water Court and claim it for himself, subduing the fleeing forces and helping them understand that there would be new leadership. Magnus was among the captains of the chosen battalions, and I wondered what that would be like for him. Would it be bittersweet, or trigger some tragic memory? I wanted to make sure we checked on him
I barely got any sleep after I returned to the tent. My mind spun with all sorts of possibilities and questions I didn't plan to ask. I knew though, that as far as sunrise was concerned, I needed to call a meeting first thing in the morning with my captains.I summoned a messenger from one of the nearby tents and had him work through the network of messengers to make sure that anyone who would need to know anything would be at the meeting in the morning. I laid awake and pondered how I would explain what was happening to my men, and I had to accept that they may just have to trust me.There were plenty of men who believed I was still young and untested. That felt ridiculous after a century at the helm, but compared to some of these ancient warriors, I was a young buck. I hoped that at hundreds of years old, I would still be that fighting fit, but their experience meant that they liked to push me at every turn and force me to explain every choice and call I made.Sometimes, I just
*Fynn*It was the dead of the night. I could tell by the sinister red glow exactly who had summoned me from my sleep, and I was instantly short-tempered. It had been almost a full week of accompanying Sage into battle, and my nerves were nearly shot.She was surprisingly handy in battle, and so I was thankful for that matter. She had developed a skill for healing, and Magnus and Ronan had really started helping her latch onto that. She was starting to be able to heal more and more impressive wounds, and sometimes even from short distances.Still, that didn't stop me from worrying about her every day as we rode out. I should be returning to the frontlines soon, but I was struggling to leave her behind, and there was no way I'd be taking her with me.The men were developing a respect and reverence for her that bordered on religious fervor. It was a strange thing to witness, and I wondered if they would ever see me that way. I was no saint, and I certainly was less capable when it
*Sage*It was a week after the incident with Evangeline that Fynn woke me up early."Come on, get up," he urged, a hint of genuine excitement in his voice.I scrubbed the sleep out of my eyes and attempted to look him in the face. It was early, dark enough in the tent that I was having trouble seeing him at all. I sat up, dragging myself into the cold morning air. He at least had a new set of clothes delivered so that I had some more weather-appropriate outfits and even my own suit of armor. What he intended for me to do with it, I wasn't sure, but I was proud to have it."What's going on?" I asked."Today's the day," he said proudly.My heart must have stopped beating in my chest. I felt like the whole world froze at that moment, and I wasn't sure how to get the world to start spinning again."The day for what?" I hissed, but I already knew the answer."You want to see battle, let's do it. You're coming with us today," Fynn announced.I practically leapt out of bed.
*Fynn*Something was off. I could feel it as soon as I woke up. There was a heavy mist in the air that crept under the sides of the tent. It was sticky and unseasonably warm. It smelled like citrus and gardenias, a sickly sort of smell that I would have recognized anywhere.Sage was snoring softly, quiet breaths slipping past her full lips. I smiled and rolled over to kiss her on the cheek. I would surprise her with a new wardrobe today, and it should be delivered any time after the morning post-call.I was going to be late for it if I didn't get going. Post-call meant we all had to be in our places and ready to go, and it would look bad for the commander of this whole damn outfit if I didn't make it in a timely fashion.Someone else knew that too, which was why I suspected the smoke show was appearing at this moment in time.I dragged myself out of bed and started to get dressed, doing my best to ignore the heavily perfumed smell of the mist and fog that was continuing to fi