"I don't know," he admitted. "If I was home it would be easy. A little time fussing over my wife of Jaenellle. Or making mulch. We've all gotten very good at making mulch," he said wryly. "Especially those of us who are married." His lips twitched slightly in amusement. Th Queens in the Dark Court all had very nice gardens. Sometimes he half wondered if Karla intentionally provoked the boyos just to get much for her own garden. Probably not. Probably just an added benefit of being Karla.
He took a deep breath, feeling a bit more tension ease out of him. But it was a stopgap measure at best and he knew it.
"The problem is that no one here is used to a Warlord. Though you should all thank the Darkness that if it had to be any of us, it was me dragged here. I'm fighting my own nature to step back from the line, but a Warlord Prince....?" He shook his head. "Frankly it is a wonder I've managed this long without a Queen. Very few Warlord Princes could have done the same. Half the people on this Train would be dead. Or they would. More likely both would be true." He shook his head again, feeling the tension creep back in. He turned his wedding ring, drawing on the physical connection to it, and all it implied. He also brushed lightly against the ring he wore hidden, feeling reassured by the responding thrum of Darkness there. Jaenelle's magic was still active. When he had said that if a Warlord Prince was here he might be killed after murdering half the Train.... hadn't been about the Warlord Princes of the Dark Court. There wasn't a person here who could get through the shields Jaenelle put into their rings, if they were activated. The only way one of them could die on this Train was to fail to activate the shields or let them fall. And dying that way would be extra stupid, given that Lucivar would tear any of them apart without hesitation for being that stupid. To say nothing of what the High Lord would do to what was left of them.
Because even if someone here could kill one of the Blood? No one here could finish the kill. He would have to really work if he truly wanted to return to the Darkness. And he wouldn't do that to his family and friends.
The air flashed hot as he tried not to think about the friend they'd lost because he hadn't shielded. About wishing he could have stood on the killing field with Kaelas and the others to avenge his friend. Kharry was among the least bloodthirsty people he knew, but on edge like this... Part of him wanted to see blood run. Wanted to be the cause.
He clenched his hands, trying to recenter himself.
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Date: 2022-08-28 07:23 pm (UTC)He took a deep breath, feeling a bit more tension ease out of him. But it was a stopgap measure at best and he knew it.
"The problem is that no one here is used to a Warlord. Though you should all thank the Darkness that if it had to be any of us, it was me dragged here. I'm fighting my own nature to step back from the line, but a Warlord Prince....?" He shook his head. "Frankly it is a wonder I've managed this long without a Queen. Very few Warlord Princes could have done the same. Half the people on this Train would be dead. Or they would. More likely both would be true." He shook his head again, feeling the tension creep back in. He turned his wedding ring, drawing on the physical connection to it, and all it implied. He also brushed lightly against the ring he wore hidden, feeling reassured by the responding thrum of Darkness there. Jaenelle's magic was still active. When he had said that if a Warlord Prince was here he might be killed after murdering half the Train.... hadn't been about the Warlord Princes of the Dark Court. There wasn't a person here who could get through the shields Jaenelle put into their rings, if they were activated. The only way one of them could die on this Train was to fail to activate the shields or let them fall. And dying that way would be extra stupid, given that Lucivar would tear any of them apart without hesitation for being that stupid. To say nothing of what the High Lord would do to what was left of them.
Because even if someone here could kill one of the Blood? No one here could finish the kill. He would have to really work if he truly wanted to return to the Darkness. And he wouldn't do that to his family and friends.
The air flashed hot as he tried not to think about the friend they'd lost because he hadn't shielded. About wishing he could have stood on the killing field with Kaelas and the others to avenge his friend. Kharry was among the least bloodthirsty people he knew, but on edge like this... Part of him wanted to see blood run. Wanted to be the cause.
He clenched his hands, trying to recenter himself.