The Fall Lord looked to the moonlight that spilled about his shoulders from the gap of leafy canopy about the edge of the great falls that stood behind him. Sentinels in their own right. Tapping his fingers together he regarded the youth who knelt before him, his eyes a deep and dangerous black. Void of the haughty green that so often seem to be the warning of a coming storm. Tegvan O'Aengas=Mor wondered and not for the first time, if the boy had any inkling of the power that lied within his veins. Royal houses ran in his blood and more than one would think. It was why he kept the pup so near, why he had nearly ordered him via his name to never set foot upon the field if things turned sour. Some would think him over protective, but rather, to Tegvan this was careful planning and accidental luck at it's finest. Just to tease the queen from her frozen heart, bid the two to marry. Sorin in his stead, a proxy husband. His eyes and ears, his hand in the Realm of Winter. The Queen could woe him or Fearos so long as Sorin held the Throne and Tegvan would tutor the boy in the way of Names. Then the grip would be secured on the Unseelie Fae.

But the attack had disrupted things. Sped them up, and he was not ready. Tegvan was no one to like being taken by surprise, so this was doubly unwelcome when Spring Fae dropped in his lap with a sapling of Yggdrasil's own branches. His head was cradled in one black gloved hand, as he stared moodily into the darkness. Then the Summer Lord came waltzing in. To be far the youngling was about ready to faint. Looking over the Summer Fae, he stood and swept down the steps, gripping the fellow Ruler's arm. [i]"Share thy might with me, Ally. Accept mine shield."[/i] If the Season-born was to accept he would feel a darkness that had no light. A Unseelie Fae and yet more. Falk's eyes gleamed with power as he gathered himself to weave his spell. [i]"Boy, fetch a chair for our guest and another for thyself."[/i] He bid Sorin, if the Summer Fae dared to look past the surface of his might his standing would be questionable. Falk was filled with the darkness and the horrid sport of the Unseelie.

[i]"And if a man or woman shows up shouting flowering word- literally- with pretty speeches. Kill them. Immediately."[/i]

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