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Boraleashe
Far From Home
Boraleashe clenched his jaw tightly, glaring at his brother. It would be
a mistake to rile him. Before Boraleashe could send out a frustrated gust of
frigid wind to locate who he’d come for, he appeared above him.
Theodor floated like a delicate leaf on the warm flow of his south
wind, his oversized emerald robe blocking Boraleashe’s frost blowing down
from the north.
Fhomhair’s palace lord stepped forward and announced, “Hail Lord
Theodor Cavalerie, King of Fhomhair and Titan of the South Wind. The
Treasure of the Harvest and all realms!”
Theodor dropped to the ground in front of him amidst a storm of red
and orange leaves. He stood to his full seven feet, staring Boraleashe in his
eyes.
By the gods, he’s more gorgeous than I remember.
Boraleashe didn’t voice the compliment, forced to be his usual cold
self. “Have you no respect? Your tardiness is unappealing and beneath your
station.”
The look Theodor gave him was enough to make Boraleashe forget the
rest of his chastisement. The new king stood there smelling like spiced
apples and cinnamon in his formal attire and full copper armor. His robe
floated majestically on the wind behind him.
Theodor inched closer until his chest was pressed against his, his body
hot and solid. His voice was grated, his tone lethal. “Since you did not offer
me nor my father the courtesy of sending word of your intended visit to my
realm…” Theodor glared with those piercing hazel eyes. “You should be
honored by my lateness.”
Boraleashe concealed his tremor beneath his heavy robe, or at least he
hoped he hid it well. To maintain power, Boraleashe reached up and
caressed a long lock of Theodor’s honey-brown hair, allowing the silky
strands to sift through his fingers.
“You know why I am here, don’t you, Autumn Lord.”
Theodor’s hushed gasp caressed his jaw, his body tensed against him.
The tail of his floating robe fell to the ground at his feet. He had to know
just what Boraleashe was about to remind him of. Yet still he whispered it
into his arctic wind and sent it into Theodor’s warm spirit.
“The Snow Moon approaches.”
All was quiet for a long moment, he and Theodor standing close to
each other, breathing in anticipation, the dread, and the unknown future.
Notalus cleared his throat loud enough to gather his court’s attention.
“It is a great honor to host the Titan of the North here in Tir an Fhomhair.
Come, brother.” Notalus pulled Boraleashe’s attention away from his son. “I
will escort you and your court to your quarters myself.”
Boraleashe gave Theodor the slightest bow in respect and was pleased
when he returned the gesture. But Boraleashe hadn’t expected Theodor to
suddenly push his wind and disappear into the orange sky. He hadn’t
wanted the treasure to leave so soon, but Boraleashe would be sure to find
him later.
Time was of the essence.
Boraleashe fell in step beside his brother, Notalus, while their court
followed at a respectable distance. He glanced around the palace grounds,
taking in the autumn scenery. Fhomhair was a world different from Tir an
Amárach. He observed servants smiling while picking ripened fruit from
the trees in the courtyard. He wondered if every task in Fhomhair, no matter
how menial, was an absolute joy to perform.
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