>>5713930>>5714056>>5714086>>5714198Your obligation niggle at your conscience, but you already know form the moment the debates begin what will happen. You have promised Eka that she is not your prisoner, and you won’t make a liar of yourself—not on this count, at least. But to send her alone… Well, that isn’t going to happen. Not when she’s many months pregnant with your cosmically-important demigod spawn, certainly. While the capital might be safe territory under the auspices of Irinnile the Succubus and his princely patsy, there are still paladins, mages, and all manner of other threats there.
Something deep inside you fears that, fi you let her go alone, you will never see Ekaterine again.
The premonition is an irrational one, coming upon you like a nightmare form an otherwise-dreamless torpor. You have long learned to heed such omens, though. You dreamt of silk-spinning worm before you ever met Glowie. You dreamt of the Green Knight before you learned of Heinrich Yosef, or his history with your mother and his dark designs upon your people. You even dreamt or Irinnile, prior to discovering the true nature of his word. Dreams, you conclude, have power.
Thus, that night, you tell your Beloved One: “I will go with you, to Hawksssong, to ssee your father.”
Ekaterine is pleased, insofar as she can be under the circumstances. You can tell she is appreciative of your support, and grateful that you are done fighting her on this, and yet you ARE still making this trip because of the ailment and approaching mortality of his beloved father.
“And what about the negotiations? And your people, back home?”
“OUR people,” you correct her, ‘will be fine. I will ssee to it, asss will the Sserpent Queen.”
