Rowan’s eyes shot wide at Vile’s heinous proposal and show of physical contact, mouth falling agape as the Prince’s hands snaked around his hips. The touch was almost sweet, but he couldn’t have felt more violated than he did in that moment – not that he would try and press his luck. Violated, disgusted, infringed. Beyond the Thalmor, there was not a great deal more in the world that Rowan despised as much as the scheming Daedra. He ripped himself away again, glaring.
“You are an amazing fool to think I would betray my own coven, Vile,” he growled.
The gall of it, really; how much work had he done to see the Volkihar had grown so strong, that young vampires without sires found a place to call home, that misguided and merciless immortals were given the chance to mend their ways? He had spent decades upon decades building his clan into the proud group of vampires they were today. The widespread sanctuaries he’d established as the coven’s own were able to keep a good number of ferals from harming mortalkind, as well – he couldn’t do everything on his own, and the lives of the innocent held too strong a place in his heart to turn his back on them, now.
Even if Clavicus had presented an opportunity for him to be with Farkas after death… this simply was too much to ask.
“I’ll find another way for us to reunite,” the lord decided.
And by the Gods, he’d see that it was done.
“What a terrible bore you are!” he huffed loudly, spreading his arms in annoyance. “You really revel in your own misery don’t you now? Surely you realize that breaking your deal with the princes you are promised to is the sole, only option to ever be united with your puppy love.”
“Obviously, I do find it amusing, imagining your husband fetching sticks for Hircine ‘til the end of days, but even I don’t find amusement in the vision of you at the wrong end of Molag’s mace, if you get my meaning. Nasty idea, I can tell you, with all due respect for him. But alas, I might have things to spare in my realm, I’m not quite out of bargains yet.
...Say, you have a daughter, don’t you? One soul instead of many, how about that now? And I’m not even asking you to kill her, oh no. I’d just love to have a little girl myself, so this is a simple matter of adoption. Family and all that. And you could always get a new one.”
He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side, the most seemingly innocent of smiles on his face. Behind him, Medawin frowned and stared at the Prince’s back grudgingly, a noticeably more irritated crossing of arms taking place.
