“I’m sorry. That seems like a struggle. If it makes you feel better, I can watch and listen for any news of your son this world may have. What’s the name of your son?” Her words made the galaxy boy smile, a nod as she spoke. "Redd. His name is Redd. He's red in color, like I used to be. He has white on his legs and belly, and his eyes are just like mine."
He said all of this with confidence, like it wasn't possible for the child to have changed as he did. His eyes looked to the ground briefly again as the thought set it, but quickly he snapped back to reality with the Queens words. “You know . . . it feels dead around here. Hawthorne will announce war any day, I’m sure, but we’re so small we don’t stand much chance unless we fight directly with Tarben. It might liven things up, but surely some will die- It’s nothing. Everything’s fine, don’t worry- Now I’ve done it, Beartooth will have my head.”
His eyes widened as he looked to the Queen once more. "The Danish King? We're fighting a war against one of the largest packs with Tarben?" He asked, shocked. "W-Why? Why would we be put in there with them? We're such a small pack, we don't bother anyone so wh-" His eyes wandered just to the side of her, realization setting in. "Those children are his, aren't they?" Though his question was more of a statement. He shook his head, a small smile falling on his face. "You could do better than the mad King of the North, all he's rumored to see women as are slaves to build an army. Though I guess that's what he needs an army for."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Always waking in your sleep . . ."
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