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Debora Wentz

The sylvan elf Galsanthlyn is assigned to lead an escort for the Queen of Heron, Tiana, safely returning her home after her visit to the sylvan woods. She seemed so pleasant during her stay there, yet he quickly discovers just how unpleasant she becomes when she is forced to endure travel away from the comforts she's accustomed to. Only a day out on the road, he finds himself already supressing the urge to strangle her. 'Galsanthlyn reached up, grabbing hold of his hair, and for a moment the patrolmen thought he would rip it from his head. He turned away from Tiana to look at them, and they found themselves shrinking away from what they saw. His face was livid, his eyes flashing. He measured his tone carefully, trying not to vent his frustrations on his men. “Take a break,” he said a little too composed, releasing his tight grip on his hair and rubbing his hands vigorously over his face. Sufficiently back under control, he held a hand up to help the queen down from her horse. She hesitated briefly, seeing the anger still burning beneath his calm visage and wondering if this polite gesture was some kind of trickery, but she took her chances and the hand, slipping gracefully off of the horse’s back. “May I speak to you?” Galsanthlyn requested in an oddly complacent tone. “It isn’t necessary...” she began. Galsanthlyn raised a hand to silence her. “I was not asking,” he informed her. “I simply phrased it that way to be polite.”

Published More than a year ago

Category Fantasy

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