Burning-crowns Stories

I have to admit, I've always thought blades were your thing, but your level of incompetence in other weaponry is surprising. She didn't have to turn around to recognize that smug voice. Alarik. Why are you here? she asked, willing her voice to sound steady without sparing him a glance. She wasn't thrilled at the prospect of breaking down in front of him. Again. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5 years after their happily ever after, Tor dies unexpectedly. A few days after his funeral, Alarik comforts a grieving Wren.