#ainj

Am I Not Just (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/ANbwxuJttF Elkar is in line to be the next king of Centin. He will marry for court, and his consort Darius will rule by his side. The power stones that keep the Royals seated on their thrones will hum at their necks until the end of time. Or until they are stolen.  When rebellion rises in the Court and Castle Elkar will have to figure out if it is really him who is meant to be King, or if his birth right is simply an excuse to rule.  Nothing is safe outside the castle, and the includes the Crown Prince.

Unfortunately, I have no plans to reboot AINJ in the immediate future. Perhaps later, when I’m done working on the Kovri Quartet and the Arktikos, I’ll go back to AINJ. 

The prince was sitting on his father’s throne, again. Darius sat below him, cross legged on the cold stone, unsure if he liked being there, but knowing it was where Elkar wanted him. “I’ll make a good king, won’t I?” Elkar said, smiling and leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “My highness—” Darius started, then paused, trailing off and looking out past Elkar. “Oh, come on, you can tell me.” His grin widened as he leaned down even farther and Darius had the delicate feeling that he was being toyed with. He was nearly sure of it, in fact, as Elkar continued. “I could give you whatever you want, you know.” He smirked. “So you’re going to release me from my service then?” Darius said, raising an eyebrow. Elkar simply laughed, head tilted back, throat bared, fingers curving into the stone armrests of his father’s throne. “Freedom? You want freedom? Really Darius, that’s not what I was going for.” “You asked, your highness.” “Oh, come now, don’t be bitter. If I gave you freedom, I’m pretty sure you’d leave me.” “I love—” “Yeah, you love power, the throne, and the life I could give you more than you love me.” “We both know that’s not true, what with all of your crap I’ve stuck by your side through.” Elkar blinked and studied him for a long moment, then stood and stepped towards him. Darius straightened up and crossed his arms. Elkar only grinned at him though, before reaching down and pulling him to his feet with calloused hands. He was supposed to have soft hands, Darius had though long ago, but too many sword and daggers had passed through them for that. Too many nights spent picking fights in dark alleys when he shouldn’t have been out of the castle. The whispers in the streets said that he was more war than politics, more fighter than ruler, but Darius knew he was both. “Darius,” Elkar said, and his hand constricted, tightening on his arm. “Stop asking. I’ve already told you it’s not negotiable.” “You’re the prince. You could give it to me if you wanted to.” “And therein lies the problem.” He released Darius, turned around, and once again took a seat on the throne. It wasn’t his, but one day it would be. “Now, I have things to do.” “Elkar, can’t I—” “Darius.” He flinched, turned, and walked away.

It’s time to edit the first rewritten chapter of AINJ and oh boy I am Not Ready. Please save me from demise

55. What’s something they’ve always wanted to do, but are too scared? Probably tell his father exactly what he thinks of him and the way he rules the kingdom– perhaps run away with Darius. There are so many things he can’t do as Prince that he wishes he could, but he knows that the pros of staying at the castle outweigh the cons– and besides, if he leaves, he’ll never become king. 

Violetta: yes. good excuse.

12: Which character do you have the least in common with? Either Azlia or Violetta. Violetta is incredibly bloodthirsty in a way that I’m not– she’s willing to do anything to achieve the ending that she wants, and I haven’t been like that in a long time.Azlia is super resourceful, and can generally think her way out of a situation if given enough time. She thinks in simple terms that allow her to see the path forward, while my own thoughts go in circles so much that I couldn’t get out of an inch tall box if I started really thinking about how to do so.