Ash's Kingdom

The Prince

He had been hunting for her since the moment
she was taken from him.
His mate.
He barely remembered his own name. And
only recalled it because his three companions
spoke it while they searched for her across
violent and dark seas, through ancient and
slumbering forests, over storm-swept
mountains already buried in snow.

He stopped long enough to feed his body
and allow his companions a few hours of
sleep. Were it not for them, he would have
flown off, soared far and wide.But he would need the strength of their
blades and magic, would need their cunning
and wisdom before this was through.

Before he faced the dark queen who had
torn into his innermost self, stealing his mate
long before she had been locked in an iron
coffin. And after he was done with her, after
that, then he’d take on the cold-blooded gods
themselves, hell-bent on destroying what
might remain of his mate.

So he stayed with his companions, even as
the days passed. Then the weeks.
Then months.

Still he searched. Still he hunted for her on
every dusty and forgotten road.
And sometimes, he spoke along the bond
between them, sending his soul on the wind to
wherever she was held captive, entombeded......