Like a wisp of cold air that toyed with the hard walls of the Sanctuary, the Queen’s mood changed, from light and nostalgic to concentrated and hard. She’d done all she could for Haroth and would not worry herself with how he’d react or go on. For a good reason she knew that the male would manage just fine. Not only was he times older than her but also a dark jeweled Warlord Prince and those kinds of boyos tended to get by well in life if they had even a little sense in their heads. She offered the human male a nod and sent:*Please stay here and look after the Priestess’s safety. The times are not as secure as they once were and I must ask her to take a few hours of more service duty to the Altar in my stead. Once you are released by her, you are free to go where ever your heart desires. If you need to find me, you will know where I am.* A shadow of a smile flickered from her lips onto the steel of her eyes just before she turned to the ragged bunch in front of her.

What could be wrong? Well, frankly, quite many things. Glacia was a recovering territory and despite the strength of their Queen and the determination of it’s people, the land was vulnerable. All that passed through Ana’s mind as she let the group lead her out of the Sanctuary, followed by the menacing presence of the Arcerian Warlord Prince. The Priestess Queen smiled by herself as she tenderly glided her fingertips across Dawleas’s back, bringing forth a calming effect into the male and a shudder – the touch of the Black Queen could be both tantalizing and soothing and sometimes both.

„I will look into this,“ she told the farmers and wrapped her coat around herself to cover from the blizzard that seemed to have intensified. The men could rest easily, knowing that if there ever was something that the Queen took ever so seriously, it was the safety of her people and the land that cried out to her as if it was a weeping child, a piece of her own flesh.

As she left the Sanctuary in a hurry, Anastacia wondered if she would ever meet this strange long-lived Warlord Prince ever again. There was something incredibly strong in him that had intrigued her and yet something quite different – a weakness, a misery and hardship that weighed him down and made her want to wrap her arms around him and hold him close until the shadow of sadness left his soul. Yes, indeed Ana hoped he would want to return because she knew some day he would.

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Haroth agreed to stay and ensure the safety of the Sanctuary and watched as the one Queen he had ever liked turned and walked away towards the doors. He exchanged a look and a nod to her Escort. He stared as she talked with the farmers and watched as she left the sanctuary. Wherever she had to go, it must've been important. He turned to face to Priestess and informed her of his makeshift orders, she agreed, hesitantly but he didn't blame her. He had threatened her afterall.

The day went passed without any problems occuring. Haroth found his hand creeping up to his cheek to feel the place where she had touched him throughout the day. A part of him wished to stay in this place, but the part of him that still lived in the salt mines urged him to move on. After he had been dismissed he found himself lacking the urge to wander further, something inside him told him to stay, it almost kept him there.

Almost.

He found himself wandering out in the woods yet again off into the wilderness, away from everyone and everything. And anything that could be destroyed because of him. His thoughts returning consistantly to the young Queen who had made such an impression on him.

"Anastacia Campbell, we will meet again. And next time we meet may you words have rung true, and I am lost no more."

Haroth spoke these words into the wind from atop a mountain overlooking a small community. The blizzard had broken that morning and the skies were clear, if he had had wings he would be in the air now. Instead he just stood atop the Peak for a few moments and proceeded down it's farside. He hoped that the next place he came to he would be able to use his new name, his new Identity. He spoke once again into the wind, this time whispered to himself.

"My name is Grant Watson. And I have found a Queen."




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