#chiefofsarcasm

The young chief was far too easy to read. Felicity remembered Otto when they had met. He had been hardened early by war and the exacting demands of his father. She had been his solace, and then, of course his child tore them apart. Had her devotion been any less she would have smothered the infant in its crib and blamed it’s demon of a mother. But those memories left a sour taste in her mouth. She’d been watching Dayo Shacklebolt for a few days now. Any other girl might be fooled by the color of his skin, but she saw the truth of it. He was weak in so many ways. 

When Brigid had found the door to her room open, she hadn’t been surprised. She was always welcoming people in, maybe someone had come to say hello only to find she wasn’t there. 

When she found her stuff rummaged through, she still wasn’t really surprised. Growing up with too many siblings, it just meant to check that they hadn’t taken anything of value.

And they had. 

Knowing there was only one culprit, she set out on a mission, stalking through the target until she found him. 

Armed with her spear, she crept up behind him, and whacked him over the head, gratified when she heard him yelp. 

“Nik!” Dayo turned to see who had done such a thing, and took a step back when he saw his sister half his size glaring at him like that. “Now, ọwọn arabinrin, I’ll replace the chocolate, I swear.” He looked at the nearest person, hope in his eyes. 

“Please save me.”