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He didn’t want to worry her, they had just pulled themselves together. Finally out of the frying pan. Things were calm…but talking was key to making whatever this was, work. Finishing up the wood haul he walked the empty halls to the dining space. Small, enough for just the two of them. Evander slumped into one of the shoddily crafted chairs, he had made this one himself and could feel one of the legs was uneven. He had wanted to talk to her before…before this happened. How do you even approach the topic, “Hey I’m sorry, I thought I killed you and that’s why I buried you anyway I can hear the voice of a God and they’re warning me that shit is going to go sideways.”

His head fell into his hands, dark feathers puffing along his arms in annoyance. Liet would be in soon, she was…hunting, both for her own needs and his. She was the best situated to understand this though. He had to believe she would. Gods, he needed someone he could rely on. Their kingdom was going to need a strong backbone. They could be that backbone, he just- how do you start?

His god seemed to think it was all already in motion, that he and Liet would travel this track and one day oppose the Empire with a mighty kingdom of their own. Evander couldn’t see it. He liked men first of all and he was fairly certain the way Liet looked at him was the same way a wolf looked at a particularly annoying cub. Not love, well not the type of love that would make them crawl into bed and bang each other until a kid popped out.

Yet, the vision was clear. By thier guidance a kingdom would rise, their child its heir. What the fuck Marak, he thought, you pick a pair of gays for this? Homophobic ass god.