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Do you know what you'll become?

Forever and then some? You should ask him, swiftrunner, if he's been dreaming of fire.

Not yours and without any wish to be. He's accused of sedition.

Truly? How curious.

Then let me rephrase, do you know what will come of you?

You should ask me, faery, if I have ever not had what I wanted and gotten back what I lost.

When and how and where? Fairly sure I - don't excuse the rudeness - fucked him at the time.

Nice to meet you, Jack.

Dai ap Dylan, lord of the Raven fae.

Yes, I've heard your name before. If they had your kind in the Abbey's service they'd have less need for Dragons.

And what is it that you want with my troubled, doomed son?

Not excused, simply ignored. Have you been fucking him non-stop for the last six months, then?

Oh, nothing much. Just for his body, soul, heart and voice to be mine.

No, sometimes he fucks me. Oh, and we take breaks to eat and sleep.

We don't serve, though we do trade. I'd wager they fear our prices.

Meanwhile we're leashed to the Order. You see, from their perspective, it's very practical indeed.

And when you've used up everything he has?

Somewhere in there he also conspired to have people rise up to rob me of my title. I would be impressed if I wasn't so annoyed.

Hardly think that's any of your business, quill king.

I am not one of your subjects.

And what is it like from yours?

That's unimportant.

Indeed you are not, and I was mostly enquiring out of curiosity.

The real reason I wish to speak to you is that I seek my son.

I give as I take, so you needn't worry.

M-hm, so the truth comes out. Worried for yourself, that's what you are. I shall put into words how much he cares about your title:

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Why?

Really? That's fascinating. Not sure how you think I could help you there.

I only worry about wild oats when they try to make a mess of my fields.

I didn't say he cares about my title, I said he wants me to not have it.

I doubt that, as well. But if he ever approaches me about it, I'll make sure to tell you in a timely manner, after I've fulfilled that desire and when I have to look down to find you.

For one I could always take you away with me to hold you prisoner. He'd come for you. He loves you dearly and has an unfortunate noble streak. Well, unfortunate for him.

You take him for a fool that he is not. And think I would allow myself to be used in such context.

I am not the one he loves, and you would not be able to hold the slippery beast who is. Many greater than you have tried, and failed.

For the first part, I suppose, because it isn't as though I have a choice.

For the second, I know my place.

You would topple kingdoms for your love? How romantic.

Mhm, I'm a true hero. Also, it's fun. And easier than you'd think.

There are many kinds of love. Just because one kind is consuming him like wildfire it doesn't mean he doesn't treasure more quiet kinds.

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