Princess of the Sword | 
Ch 12:
“She says you‘re the archmage now. And that Adhémar is king.” Miach nodded. “I‘m surprised there‘s anything left of Neroche with him looking after it,” Keir said with a snort. “Your brother is an ass.” Miach suppressed a smile. He might have felt sorry for Adhémar and his reputation, but his brother had certainly gone out of his way to earn it.
humouress Keir shook his head. “Nay, not now.” He bowed his head briefly, then looked back up at Miach. “My mother goaded him into the whole thing, of course. He had become so . . . agitated. Nothing pleased him. Worse still, he became convinced that we were plotting against him. My mother felt she had no choice but to push him into doing something foolish and hope that he would destroy himself. ⬇️ 3w
humouress ⬇️ I suppose we could have brought ourselves to kill him eventually—since he threatened the same against us so often—though it wouldn‘t have been easily done. My father‘s power was formidable, and he wasn‘t one to be caught unawares.” 3w
humouress Ch 16: He bid farewell to various and sundry progenitors, thanked King Uachdaran profusely for his hospitality and the loan of his smithy, then turned to the business of convincing the horses they wanted to fly again. Hearn‘s horses were, surprisingly, chomping at the bit to once again wear dragonshape. Even the elvish horses were looking fairly enthusiastic. Miach turned them all into powerful dragons, glittering and fierce-looking. 3w
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humouress “Besotted, isn‘t he?” Harold remarked in a loud whisper. “Very,” his father agreed. Miach looked at them both. “Can you fault me for it?” They both shook their heads, smiling as if they understood perfectly. “Your Morgan doesn‘t need you to,” Gilraehen remarked, “but guard her well just the same. And tell her daily that you realize how fortunate you are she looked at you twice.”“I agree, Father,” Harold said with a smile. “It works wonders.” ⬇️ (edited) 3w
humouress ⬇️ Miach looked at them both wryly. “Any other words of advice?” “Have you wooed her well?” Gilraehen asked. “Ah—” “Go have a nap,” Harold suggested. “We‘ll have a list of appropriate ideas waiting for you when you wake. Really, Miach, you would think you could manage this on your own.” ⬇️ 3w
humouress ⬇️ Miach favored his progenitors with a choice curse or two and had laughter as his reward. A nap, however, sounded like the best idea he‘d heard all morning. Morgan needed it far worse than he did and he was completely spent. He pushed himself to his feet and went to stand next to his lady. “Have I told you today how fortunate I am you looked at me twice?” he asked politely. Predictably, she looked at him as if he‘d lost his mind. 3w
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