May 26
@idontkillorphans continued from { x }
Sleipnir blinked at the Queen. He felt a flush rise up his chest at the command - no - the promis the other was making. Or rather, asking him to make. Sleipnir wasn't sure. But all he did know was that the fae were tricksy. And he was often the fool. "What do you mean to imply, your highness?"
She arched a brow at him. "Was it an implication?"
It was a fair question. He was learning. Good. Maybe he'd keep surviving here. "The king is dead. The court is mine. If you want to stay here, you have a place here."