The planking swayed among the waves, party to the swell. Foreign wood in foreign seas, the Junda's Pride made way for Lion's Arch, carrying Aonghas ever further from the life he had known and loved.
Far too soon...
Staring out with a deeply cold heart over the black waters of the tarnished coast, his thoughts invariably drifted back to Rhydin; back to his love...back to his life that would likely never be. Their last conversation was terse and tearful. Wrenching. His entire being ached from it still, so that he almost relished the prospect of the harm that possibly awaited him in the wars to come. He had become as a juggernaut: hell-bent on harm for anyone he imagined responsible for ripping him from Ren's arms so soon in their love.
He thought back...back to that last day with her...
Far too soon...
Staring out with a deeply cold heart over the black waters of the tarnished coast, his thoughts invariably drifted back to Rhydin; back to his love...back to his life that would likely never be. Their last conversation was terse and tearful. Wrenching. His entire being ached from it still, so that he almost relished the prospect of the harm that possibly awaited him in the wars to come. He had become as a juggernaut: hell-bent on harm for anyone he imagined responsible for ripping him from Ren's arms so soon in their love.
He thought back...back to that last day with her...