: you can drag the l a k e, but you won't find m e [pack meeting]

so come & d r a g the l a k e
you'll see i've d o n e some d i v i n g

The Princess moved quickly to Ranjord, hoping Ianus would not be scared off by the sudden change of pace. A fast marriage was coming, but first she wanted to see her father and make sure he was alright. As she made it to Ranjords beach her pace quickened to a full run to her fathers den. Marella likely already there as Caspian stood outside pacing. She came in quickly, only to suddenly stop. "Father . . . " Aegir's breathing was shallow, raspy. A fever taking over likely as he had chills. The infection of his wound not subsiding any.

She felt tears prick her eyes as she blinked, staring at him. Yulla . . . Wear the crown with your mate . . . He spoke between pained, short breaths before his breathing stopped. She swallowed, tears streaming her face as she backed out of the den. If Ianus was outside, she wouldn't meet his gaze yet. "We must call a meeting, the King is dead." She said in a strained voice. Her grey body moving on overdrive as she got to the meeting area just in eyeshot of the den. She climbed the driftwood throne, sitting on one side as she waited for Ianus to take a seat beside her. Her head fell back in a chilling call to Ranjord.

Walk, "Talk", Think.
WORDS :

i had s o m e extra w e i g h t
with no one t o untie m e

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