4/25/2025, 6:56 PM
Ha. Ha. This guy had jokes.
Sverke scowled at Cupid, although a moment later he realized the man couldn't see the boy's petulant pouting in the face of Cupid's efforts to be unflappable. He responded by huffing out an exasperated sigh. They will return to us...may the gods speed their passage. Cupid offered.
That didn't satisfy the Prince, whose frown deepened. The diplomat only went on to ask how his training was going and trying to tell Sverke what he should be doing instead of walking until he was too exhausted to feel fearful over his father's fate.
We should be looking for them.He snapped in reply.
We sent out a search party when your boy died.
The thing was, Sverke knew the point he'd brought up was cruel. He didn't hesitate to strike, though. He was good at sniffing out a creature's weak points, and his predator's instincts always whispered to him to go for the throat when he was vying for power.
