Regis/Freya Njordsson; Arranged marriage/flirting under fire
“You know, you’re absolutely an incredible shot. And there really is something flattering that people hate the idea of our marriage enough for this. I’m fair certain there’s Niflese and Insomnian nationalists out there,” Regis said, almost cheerfully, from where he and Freya were hunkered down.
They’d been passing through Tenebrae, leaving the city after their wedding, when the would be assassins attacked. Most of the Tenebraean guard was killed. Along with quite a few of the crownsguard surrounding him and Freya. And he and Clarus had been separated. He was certain his Shield was across the street, bunkered down with Freyr and drawing what fire he could.
Regis reached his hand out, and the sky above them slowly darkened, a bolt of lightning striking down in front of the door where a few had been trying to breach to come after himself and Freya.
“You know I really could likely handle them, if you let me go out there,” he tried to point out, a little sheepish. He was an impressive swordsman, and a terror on the battlefield with his mastery of magic. Though Clarus would likely half strangle him if he really did go out there.
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