DAY 12: Uldren Sov (Destiny) x Reader: 54. “Just stay away from me, okay?”
Jolyon Till almost crashed into you as you were about to turn the corner. Technically, it was as much your fault for not paying attention to your surroundings while focused on the data pad screen, but he bent his head in a hasty apology and hurried off.
“Tsk, what’s his deal…” you muttered and shot a sideways glance after the crow.
“What an uncharacteristic show of poor manners,” an infuriating and dreadfully familiar voice drawled after Jolyon.
You could hardly hold back rolling your eyes in futile search of patience and drew in a calming breath to prepare for the encounter. Your heart rate was speeding up rapidly and the last thing you needed was to show any hint of the annoying bodily reaction. Of course the prince was wherever his buddy Jolyon was. They were always inseparable like a couple of elementary school kids on a field trip.
You forced a neutral expression to your face, but it was extremely hard. The outcome probably made you look suitably constipated at Uldren’s presence.
“I wouldn’t know,” you replied coolly.
Uldren huffed and paced closer with all the time in the world. You bristled and hugged the data pad closer to your chest under his inspecting stare. It made your skin tingle.
“Undoubtedly. What are you doing here?” he asked, curious.
You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could, but couldn’t hold his gaze. “Going to finish writing this theory in the lab. What’s it to you?” You hated how your voice trembled just slightly and your pulse quickened with each step taken closer and with every word the prince said.
He shrugged as nonchalant as ever. “Nothing really. Just trying to make conversation.”
Uldren was so frustratingly casual that you would never understand how it was possible. It was unfair how you reacted to his presence.
“Well, I don’t do small talk as you should already know,” you jeered and took a step trying to move past the prince.
Uldren’s hand stretched out to stop you and you were forced to meet his glowing marigold eyes.
“But you do Awoken princes, as far as I know.”
His voice was suddenly so dangerous and soft that as soon as the words hit you, you were scared your legs would give out. You knew the hallway was empty, but you couldn’t help looking around like a cornered animal in search of an escape route and at the same time making sure no one was within hearing distance.
“We agreed–”you started to hiss, but Uldren pressed a quick finger to your lips.
“Couldn’t resist. Sorry,” he murmured with a wicked smile.
Your breathing stuttered in a very noticeable manner. The bastard was not even a bit sorry for almost causing you a heart attack.
“You’re a scoundrel,” you huffed, annoyed and once again avoiding his gaze.
Uldren chuckled. “Keep complimenting a man like that and it’s going to be even harder in the future.”
Frustration and rage splashed red into your vision and you yanked your arm free. You bit your lip and grumbled: “Just stay away from me, okay?”
“Sure. Until we meet again.” Uldren’s marigold eyes glinted as he bowed slightly, allowing you to hurry past him. You could feel him watching for as long as you turned another corner.
pairing:
- cayde-6 x female guardian x uldren sov
- the crow x female guardian (eventual)
blurb: “The woman’s gaze drifts down to look at her hands. She moves her fingertips, intrigued by this odd sensation of feeling, of movement.”
word count: 2.8k+
When Verna awoke as a guardian, she knew nothing about what life is meant to be like as a Lightbearer. And though she has been told that learning about her past is a forbidden endeavor, she can’t help but feel drawn towards discovering who she once was. But her pursuit of the quest is interrupted by the growing chaos, by the Darkness spreading.
Begins with the events of Destiny 1 and will continue up to the current timeline (but hey, it’ll take awhile to get there). Verna is a void-using Hunter.
*This work is cross-posted on Ao3.
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We called it the Traveler, and its arrival changed us forever. Great cities were built on Mars and Venus. Mercury became a garden world. Human lifespan tripled. It was a time of miracles. We stared out at the galaxy and knew that it was our destiny to walk in the light of other stars—but the Traveler had an enemy. A Darkness, which had hunted it for eons across the black gulfs of space. Centuries after our Golden Age began, this Darkness found us and that was the end of everything. But it was also the beginning. — The Speaker
COSMODROME
Old Russia, Earth
A pale orange machine with golden engraving zooms around a wreckage of rusted, disintegrating vehicles. Searching amongst the ruins. He stops to scan a skeleton, slumped over in one of the cars. “Ouch,” he comments, blunt, before flying away. He pauses, looking off into the distance. And then, quick, he speeds off to investigate this new area of interest. Curiosity running strong within his circuits.
His scanner flicks on once again, scrutinizing the debris. “Is it possible?” For a moment, he feels an inkling of hope. His protective shell moves away from his main body—a metallic orb—pushed apart by a glowing sphere of blue light. “There you are!” He says, confirming his suspicions. Excited, the machine puts all of his energy into bringing the skeletal remains back to life.
In its place, a young woman appears. Tanned skin forms, surrounding the broken bones. Dark hair grows, cascading in loose waves down to her mid-back. And with her first inhale of breath, a blush of pink life spreads across her cheeks. Slowly, the woman opens her eyes, and winces at the invasion of light.
“Guardian,” the machine says. He moves closer to her, flying right up into her line of vision. “Guardian?” He repeats.
The woman blinks at him. She feels sluggish, confused. Her mind still busy trying to process the concept of life, existence.
“Eyes up, Guardian!” The strange object says, inching the slightest bit closer to her face.
She tilts her head in curiosity, finally noticing the talking robot.
“It worked… You’re alive!” He says. “You don’t know how long I’ve been looking for you. I’m a Ghost. Actually, now I’m your Ghost. And you…”
The woman’s gaze drifts down to look at her hands. She moves her fingertips, intrigued by this odd sensation of feeling, of movement.
“Well, you’ve been dead a long time,” the robot continues. “So, you’re going to see a lot of things you won’t understand.”
Something yells in the distance, drawing his attention towards it.
“This is Fallen territory,” he says. His optic eye shifts rapidly to glance around the area. He’s nervous, concerned. “We aren’t safe here. I have to get you to the City.” Briefly, he flies away, before turning back to the Guardian. “Hold still,” he says, disappearing.
The woman opens her mouth to speak—tries to call out for the machine to return—but no sound escapes.
“Don’t worry,” his voice says. The sound vibrates inside of her head, and it feels ever-so-slightly unsettling. “I’m still with you. We need to move, fast.”
Almost hesitant, the woman pulls herself up onto her feet. She surveys the world in front of her, overwhelmed by the sight of sparse greenery and spreading decay.
“We won’t survive long out in the open like this,” the Ghost gives her a verbal nudge. “Let’s get inside the Wall.”
She looks beyond the clumps of rusted metal, focusing on a building that’s crumbling in the distance. With unsteady steps, she walks towards it. She stumbles in the dry dirt, gradually adapting to process that’s involved in forcing her legs into motion.
“I didn’t bring you back just for you to die again,” Ghost says. “We need to move.”
Sensing the urgency, she picks up her pace. The woman climbs through the wreckage and jogs the rest of the way to the Wall. She enters through a large hole that greets her with darkness. An automatic light resting on her left shoulder switches on, illuminating the space. She climbs the staircase to her left, ascending up a couple flights of stairs. The woman is cautious as she travels further inside, careful to avoid cutting herself with the jagged, sharp edges of broken metal. She considers grasping onto the safety railings for support, but changes her mind upon noticing that they look as if they could snap between her fingers.
A skittering noise echoes throughout the building, pulling the woman’s attention to the dark ceiling.
“Quiet,” the Ghost says, half a step below a whisper. “They’re right above us.”
Making a deliberate effort to keep her footsteps light, the woman traverses further into the building in search of a way through. Eventually, she opens a door and steps into an open space.
The Ghost rematerializes beside her, and immediately begins to scan the area. “Hang tight,” he says. “Fallen thrive in the dark. We don’t. We need more light. I’ll see what I can do.” He zips away, flying deep into the darkness. “Another one of these hardened military systems and a few centuries of entropy working against me.”
As she stares into the pitch black, a rock of discomfort settles inside the depths of her stomach. Goosebumps bloom down the woman’s arms. She feels something watching her, examining her every move. But she can’t see the source.
The lights flicker on.
And illuminate the swarm of creatures moving across the adjacent bridges and walls. The woman’s eyes widen at the sight, caught off-guard by their six slender limbs, claw-like hands, and glowing blue eyes. The creatures—the Fallen—are dressed in spiked gray and silver armor, with purple cloaks draped over their heads.
The woman emits an involuntary gasp, taking a step back towards the door that she had walked in from.
“They’re coming for us,” the Ghost yells as he speeds his way back towards the woman.
“Yeah,” she responds. And for a brief moment, she is startled by the sound of her own voice. It’s coarse, strained, yet soft, quiet.
“Oh,” the Ghost pauses, stopping abruptly to look at her. “So you can speak!”
“Yeah,” she confirms, though she sounds as if she doubts this herself. Hearing hurried footsteps, she turns her attention back to the creatures that are gaining on them.
The Ghost turns to look back at the Fallen, and then rushes back to the woman. He scans a gate beside her, hacking into the system to unlock it. As the gate rises, he flies through and points a light at an object leaning against a metal crate. “Here,” he says. “I found a rifle. Grab it!”
She runs after him, quick to pick up the offered weapon.
“I hope you know how to use that thing,” he says.
Walking at a brisk pace down the hall, she detaches the rifle’s magazine and checks the amount of ammo stored inside. “You and me both,” she mumbles, clicking everything back into place. A group of Fallen soldiers jump in front of them, and the woman reacts on instinct, lodging a couple of rounds into each of their heads. Another Fallen appears, ready to strike. And, pulling out a knife from her thigh holster, she jabs the blade into the creature’s neck.
“I think you’ll be okay,” the Ghost says, watching as the fresh corpse collapses onto the ground.
The woman looks over at the Ghost, before continuing forward. Rifle raised and ready to fire. After walking through a disorientating maze of hallways and fighting off two hoards of Fallen soldiers, she stumbles into an open space with high ceilings. On the other side, a giant fan is slowly rotating behind a metal grate.
“The Fallen have a tighter hold on this place than I thought,” the Ghost comments. He heads towards the fan and looks down a new hallway. “Just a little bit further. Let’s hope there’s something left out there.”
She follows after him. “You don’t sound entirely confident.”
“I was fortunate enough to finally find you,” he says. “I don’t know how much more luck I’ve got left today.”
As the woman enters the hallway, she pauses to look back at where they had come from, double checking that none of the Fallen were hot on their heels.
All clear.
The Ghost and the woman follow the path. It leads them outside, into another field of rust and ruin.
“This was an old Cosmodrome,” the Ghost explains. “There’s got to be something we can fly out of here.”
“Cosmodrome?” The woman whispers. She takes in the sight, trying to process and understand this ever-growing pile of information.
“Right,” the Ghost turns to look at her. “You don’t know—”
His words are interrupted by the loud sound of something being launched in the distance. The woman and the Ghost whip their eyes towards its direction, watching as a smoking orange light—a flare—flies high up in the air. Gradually, it changes direction, curving towards a nearby tower.
“Incoming!” The Ghost warns, pulling the woman’s attention away from the flare.
A large portal of blue and white light forms in the sky. And through it, a ship appears and starts to descend. With the sound of a faint explosion, another ship flies through another portal. It heads towards them, landing closer than the first.
“Fallen ships!” The Ghost says. “This close to the surface?”
The woman unclips her magazine from the rifle and replaces it with a fresh one. “We should go.”
“Move!” The Ghost agrees.
She sprints across the courtyard, approaching the ship. As she nears, several Fallen leap out of the vehicle. Aiming her rifle, she shoots several of them dead before their feet can touch the ground. Moving at a quick, but steady, pace, she heads closer and continues her task of killing the creatures. Fighting her way around the swarm, she treks through the open courtyard, before entering a new building on the other side.
“I’m picking up signs of an old jumpship,” the Ghost says. “Could be our ticket out of here.”
“Here’s to hoping,” the woman mumbles.
They follow the hallways inside, pausing to kill the Fallen before these enemies are able to spot them. Eventually, they turn a corner and enter a wide, open room with a broken glass ceiling. Across the way, an old ship sits abandoned, collecting dirt and grime. It’s suspended above them, held up by multiple thick cables.
“There’s a ship!” The Ghost says.
The woman steps closer, her eyes glued to it. “It looks relatively intact,” she notes. A cluster of running footsteps storm in through the entrance behind her, and she pivots to shoot the Fallen. Once all is calm, she turns her attention back to the ship.
The Ghost reappears beside her. “Alright, let me see if I can get us out of here,” he flies up to the ship and begins to scan it. “It’s been here awhile,” he comments. “Hasn’t made a jump in centuries. We’re lucky the Fallen haven’t completely picked it clean.”
“Will it fly?” The woman asks.
The Ghost pauses and turns to look at her. “I can make it work,” he says. He turns back towards the ship and disappears as he slips inside of it. After a few moments, the ship’s lights flip on and its engine begins to rumble. Another moment goes by, and then the ship breaks itself free of cables as it raises to hover in the air.
“Would you look at that,” the woman says.
“Okay, it’s not going to break orbit, but it might just get us to the City. Now—about that transmat...”
Through a hole in the wall, several Fallen scurry into the room. “Might wanna put a rush on that,” the woman yells. She swings up her weapon, finger ready to pull the trigger.
“Bringing you in!”
Before she can fire a shot, the woman disappears in a cluster of blue lights. She reemerges inside the ship, disorientated and confused. As she stares at the different levers and buttons inside, the Ghost steers the jumpship out of the building and away from the enemies that are shooting at them.
“Let’s get you home,” he says.
“Home?”
The Ghost turns to look at her, but says nothing in return.
And unbeknownst to the duo, a stranger watches them from a distance.
TOWER
The Last City, Earth
The trip “home” is shorter than the woman anticipates. Though, she was—admittedly—a bit distracted with her face pressed up against the windows of the ship. Eyes glued to the snow-capped mountains, vast forests, clear lakes, and crumbling cities that passed by beneath them. Breaking through the dark clouds of a thunderstorm, the ship is greeted with bright rays of warm sunshine. And, pressing her nose even further into the glass, the woman’s eyes widen at the sight of a giant orb floating in the distance. Below it, a towering grey building glimmers beneath the sun’s light.
When the ship approaches the location, the Ghost switches back on the transmat and teleports the woman down onto the courtyard below. Just as her feet touch the ground, the ship flies away and disappears behind the roof of the building.
“Welcome to the last safe City on Earth,” the Ghost says. “The only place the Traveler can still protect. It took centuries to build. Now, we’re counting every day it stands.”
The woman takes a step towards the balcony’s edge, wanting a better view of the City below.
“And this Tower is where the Guardians live,” the Ghost says, flying towards the main building.
She turns to follow him, but freezes in place. She’s stunned by the expansive entryways, tall pillars, glowing lights, and red flags billowing in the wind. Robots patrol the courtyard, sweeping the ground and collecting stray pieces of rogue trash. A group of children race across the steps, led by a young boy that’s clutching a large black ball between his small hands. As the laughing children sprint passed one of the cleaning robots, it cautions them to be careful and to slow down.
“You keep referring to Guardians,” the woman says. “Is that what I am?”
“Yes.”
“And what does that entail?”
The Ghost hovers just out of her reach, his outer protective shell whirling in circles as he goes through an internal debate. “It’s normal for you to be confused,” he says, looking at her. “I’m sure that all of this is… a lot to take in all at once.”
The woman sighs, “Maybe just a little bit.”
Their conversation comes to a halt.
“Follow me,” the Ghost says, ending the long stretch of silence. “I’ll take you to—”
“Wait,” she interrupts. “I want to… I want to know who I am. Why can’t I remember anything? What even is this place? This… Tower?”
He drifts closer to her, meeting her gaze. “The answer to that is a bit complicated,” he says. “But who you are now is a Guardian, a new Guardian.”
“So,” the woman blinks, “I was once somebody else?”
“Yes and no,” the Ghost responds. “Your body—your face—it once belonged to somebody else. Beyond that, you are completely different.”
“So, you’re saying that I’ve been reincarnated?” She asks, looking down at her hands. The woman examines the bare skin, noticing long scars etched along the outside of her right forearm.
“Don’t think about it,” the Ghost says, nudging her arm back down to her side. “Pursuing knowledge about your past life is ill-advised. Forbidden, actually.”
“Do you know who I was?”
“No.”
“Nothing at all?”
The Ghost stares at her.
But she continues to pry, “Not even a name?”
“Would you like a name?” He asks.
“‘Guardian’ feels a bit… impersonal,” she admits. “You probably have a name, don’t you?”
The top of the Ghost’s shell lowers, as if pulling itself down to represent a frown. “No,” he says. “I’ve only ever been ‘Ghost.’”
“Wouldn’t you like a name?”
“Oh!” The Ghost’s straightens out his shell. And his optic center appears to widen with brewing excitement. “You could gave me a name,” he suggests. “We could… do a trade. You name me and I’ll name you?”
For the first time, the woman feels amusement. “A fair proposal,” she smiles, “Tangerine?”
The Ghost flies around her head, contemplating the suggestion. “I like it,” he says, coming to a halt in front of her face. “My turn! What to name you,” his voice trails off, pondering his options. “Something strong? Pretty? Traditional? Unique? Do you have a preference, Guardian?”
“It’s up to you, Tangerine. That was the deal.”
Finally, he speaks, “What about Verna?”
She quirks an eyebrow, “Verna?”
“You don’t like it?” Tangerine’s shell spins rapidly, nervous. He starts to sink towards the ground, unsure and embarrassed. “I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s the first thing that I thought of. I can come up with something else if—”
She giggles softly, lifting the Ghost back up high into the air. “I like it,” the woman—Verna—says.
A/N: Thank you for reading! While I plan on keeping this story relatively close to the game itself, it will prioritize accuracy for the in-game cutscenes and spoken dialogue, and not any other miscellaneous written lore. This is simply because Destiny has an absolutely massive library of lore and I am simply a graduate student with little free time who has to write a novel for her thesis project.
Also, we'll be seeing some of Cayde-6 in the next chapter. ^^ I was hoping to squeeze him in for this one, but I felt that ending with Verna's name was a natural stopping point.
a/n: someone had to do it, so this is my first short story/one shot idk lol, I'll get the hang of it, pls be nice but also feel free to give me criticism but not too harsh, ya know? I want to get better but I also don't want to get made cry, sorry for any grammar mistakes
angst to cheesy fluff
"They call me the Crow"
You burst into your small room, which seemed even smaller at the moment, you slammed the door shut and hastily locked it. You turned, your back against the door as you slid down to your knees, your world just got yeeted upside down and back again, your emotions were scrambled.
Uldren, was alive, well- Crow as he said, when you specifically remember ending him yourself "How..?" You breathed, the memories you tried so hard to repress forcing themselves to the surface.
Ace was in your hand, Uldren was already doubled over on the ground from Petra shooting him, his gaze on you as he gave you the ultimatum of your life- kill him or let it go, each both had their own consequences, killing him and you did, would fulfill the vengeance for Cayde-6 and your love would be with you, but letting him go would've resulted in Petra hating you forever and a massive void of guilt in your conscious.
You killed him, your once romantic partner, and yet he stood right in front of you and Osiris, you both saw him with your own eyes, Uldren-..Crow, in new light flesh. Your heart raced, it raced so hard that your chest ached "Hey" Ghost appeared in a flash of blue "(Y/n), look at me" you could barely hear your little light's voice, your eyes felt and sounded like they were stuffed with cotton.
"I know it's a lot to take in..but maybe Spider will shed some light on this, he was bearing his symbol after all" Ghost said, the little robot hovering eye level with you "I can't do that..I can't face him, I can't.." You shook your head, Ghost's shell seemed to droop sadly as he gently rubbed the tip of his shell against your shoulder in a comforting way.
"I'm with you until the end, remember? I was with you when you wielded the darkness and I'll be with you when you face Uldren".
-
Your feet gently hit the ground as you arrived in Thieves' Landing, you dreaded facing the Spider and the black haired Awoken "Take your time, there's no rush and if you want, we can leave" Ghost reassured you, but you shook your head "I..I can do this" you stated, trying to convince yourself at the same time.
You stood at the entrance, eyeing the hallway that once seemed so long but now it was the opposite "You got this, (Y/n)" Ghost said in a gentle tone, you took your first steps inside, your feet felt like they weighed a ton but you kept going. You reached the final hall towards where Spider sat, you could see his large figure at the end, he didn't seem to notice you yet as he conversed with his associates "-Tell them I want that loot" his voice came into hearing range.
You mentally cursed as one of his associates noticed you standing halfways away from them, the Eliksni turned its head to Spider, Spider in turn finally found your form "Ah! Just who I expected to see!" he chuckled loudly "Do come in, (Y/n)!" He beckoned you over, his large figure leaned forward in his seat "I was wondering when you were going to show, little girl" he said in a teasing tone, you felt your eyebrows furrow together "I see you've met my little bird" he referred to Crow as his little bird, you frowned slightly.
"I found him, drifting aimlessly through the reef, looking all sad and alone so I took him in" Spider dramatically waved his hand in front of him "You have to admit even this is better than the fate that awaits him in the Last City, your poor little boyfriend" he sneered, you could hear the smirk in his loud voice. "You have him running around as your goony?" Ghost appeared beside you in brief flash of blue "Hello there, little morsel" you could see Spider basically foaming at the mouth over Ghost's appearance.
"So, you keep him around here, doing your dirty work because of what you say awaits him at the Tower?" Ghost ignored the way Spider seemed to hunger over him "He doesn't really have a choice" you rose a brow "What do you mean?" You spoke, Spider's attention averted back to you. "If he ever strays too far from the nest..boom" he said ominously, you felt every muscle in your body tense "I rigged his Ghost with an explosive that could very easily take them both out" your eyes widened, anger and shock flaring within you "You keep him here like a caged animal..?!" Spider scoffed "More like a caged bird".
"I assume you didn't come to converse with me, did you now, girlie?" Spider said in a low voice, you dreaded what came next "Crow!" Spider said in a firm tone, you eyed the open door to your right, you could hear very faint footsteps coming out "You wanted this, now you can have it" Spider chuckled lowly. You wanted to look away but your mind and body said no, Crow stood in the doorway, your chest constricted, your throat felt like something was lodged inside it, your heart seemed to skip two whole beats "Yes?" Your hands formed tight fists at the sound of his voice, his voice sounded a lot softer and quieter, a huge difference compared to the brash and arrogant tone it used to have "I'd like you to meet someone" Spider gestured to you.
"Oh, hello, we met on the Moon" Crow stared straight into your soul "Well, not officially..you ran away before I could ask your name, which isn't really new to me" you wanted to slap yourself, Spider laughed "My apologies if she seems quiet, little bird, she's very shy" Nope, you wanted to slap Spider instead, but that seemed to shove a whole sentence out of your mouth. "My name is (Y/n) (L/n)..I'm a Guardian of the Last City" You could see Crow's brows knit together for a few seconds in confusion, but his expression changed immediately "I'm glad to be in the presence of another lightbearer" he said in a warm tone. You were trying so hard not to throw your helmet off, jump into his arms and kiss him all over "How about you two, go on a little receive and deliver task for me, hm?" You looked to Spider with a glare in your eye "Alright, if..that's okay with you?" This man, still as thoughtful as ever, you hesitantly nodded.
-
You and Crow walked beside each other in an almost awkward silence, for you anyway "I'm sorry if you noticed my reaction to your name..I just- I just felt like I've heard that before, but I guess that wouldn't make sense because there could be so many other people with the same name but I don't know..yours felt strange to hear" your heart clenched in pain, wanting nothing more than to tell him who you were to him "Guess I just have one of those names" you said in a low voice, almost a whisper "Yeah, I suppose so".
"Do you remember anything about your past life?" Crow asked after a little while of more walking, you glanced at him "A little bit, I think..just my name at least" Crow huffed "You're lucky then, because I can't remember a thing..which is probably good, I guess, what with the way people look at me and treat me, I'm not so sure I want to know who I was at all" Crow seemed to laugh almost sadly.
"It's strange..being rebirthed as a Guardian not knowing who you are when everyone else seems to" you clutched your gun to your chest tighter as you sighed "I can't imagine what you had to go through but..I'm here for you" the words slipped passed your lips before you could process them, Crow smiled warmly at you, your heart leaped. "Thank you, (Y/n)..as am I, it's weird..I feel like I could tell you anything" your mouth opened slightly as if you were about to say something, Crow kept his gaze forward "I think this is it" you and the amnesiac Guardian approached a pile of random cargo, a device Crow was carrying was blinking rapidly "All of this?".
Your hand reached for a box, Crow happened to be reaching for the same one, his large hand covered yours instantly, you tensed as your eyes widened, it was quiet and Crow didn't pull away, neither did you, you glanced at him, but his hair was hiding his face from you, you looked down at your hands as you felt a slight pressure, he seemed to be slowly lacing his fingers with your own "Crow..?" You said, voice barely above a whisper, his hand then firmly held your own.
"Crow" you said again, slightly louder, Crow gasped, his hand and body moving away from yours, Crow held his head between his hands, his eyes tightly shut "Crow..?" Your voice came out in a worried tone, you approached him, you laid your hand on his shoulder and said his name, his eyes burst open and he looked up at you with tear welled amber eyes, he looked so frightened and your heart broke for him.
"Are you alright?" You gently covered his hands with your smaller ones, keeping his gaze on you, his mouth hung open slightly "Cro-" you barely had time to say his name as he lunged forward at you, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, almost knocking you over- he was hugging you, a surprise but a welcome one, he pulled away after a few moments and stared down at you, your own gaze met his.
"I know why your name sounds so familiar.." He said with a smile on his face "Because it's you, my love.." You froze "You remember..?" You asked in a bewildered tone, Crow pressed his forehead against your helmet "Don't know how I could ever forget you, my forever love" you could feel the biggest smile you ever felt erupt on your lips as you threw yourself at him, Crow laughed and it was music to your ears, tears fell from your eyes as you held him there for what felt like forever but forever was welcome.
A/N - Decided to make something due to boredom and generally because this baby doesn't have enough fics. Get some popcorn and enjoy my absolutely lazy writing.
Word count: 1915
Uldren Sov x Hunter! Reader
You thought defeating the voice of Riven would be the end of this. It should have been. It was almost done - You were to get ahold of him. The guy who killed your Vanguard. But Spider betrayed you, he betrayed all of you. Fallen were there. You couldn't see Petra anywhere. She was probably busy with trying to fight all the damn Fallen that Spider had sent. He had your coordinates, he knew where you were.
"Sharp," you spoke up, almost demanding, "where is Petra, contact her now!" You almost screamed at your ghost. Ghost was immediately on it. You named him Sharp because of his straight and honest answers on everything, plus the fact that he could scan things from far away. Sharp eyesight.
"She isn't answering," he responded, "it should be the fallen, Guardian."
Great. You could only kill the Fallen and find Uldren now, then Petra later. As much as you wanted to put her in first place, you couldn't.
"Scan the place, find Uldren," you demanded yet again, trying to fight off the Fallen.
You threw a Spike grenade at the right side of you, pulling your Huckleberry out and shooting at the rest of the Fallen. They were coming from all sides, you didn't know if you'd make it without having to be revived at least once. You were alone in this. Spider really had his way of screwing things up, what was his plan with this?! Uldren was going to get away and take over.
You were knocked down as your thoughts went everywhere. You looked up to see the Captain of the Fallen - You were done for. His sword was pointed at your throat, slowly reaching your larynx. He was about to slice your neck open. You didn't know whether to feel scared or shocked, either way, you were frozen in place.
Before you could do anything, you were kicked by a Dreg, knocking you unconscious.
-
You woke up to the sound of metal clanking. Chills were shot down your spine and you tried to do something but your hands were numb. Not only numb, but cuffed as well.
Your sight was still blurry from the kick you recieved. You shook your head and groaned slightly, earning a chuckle from someone.
"I'm glad you're awake," the person squat down before you, grabbing a hold of your jaw then forcing you to look up at his eyes. It was Uldren. You couldn't help but groan more internally, feeling slightly scared as to what's happening.
"You have a lot to explain, darling," his voice sounded almost charming but rough at the same time.
"Like I'll tell you anything," you blurted out, not caring about him or his questions. He was not getting a single answer from you, not after everything he has done, the Hell he has put you and other Guardians through. You lost one of the people you loved the most, because of him.
He now let go of your chin and grabbed you by your hair, pulling hard.
"You will tell me everything, after all, I saved you," he announced. It made you shiver, the way he was speaking. "And other than that, I'll need you to find Petra, tell me or not, I'm getting to her either way. Cause I either get to know where she is or she comes looking for you."
You kicked with your legs which only made him stab your thigh with his knife. You screamed and refused to cry in front of him. You didn't know where Sharp was, it was like he disappeared, or worse, he was gone.
"I'll kill you!" You screamed, voice full of anger and hate, he was still not going to make you speak. You swore to yourself you'd end him, even at the beginning.
He only chuckled more at you, he was enjoying the suffering he was putting you through.
"As soon as I find my sister, Mara, this will all be over," this caught your interest. Did he think Mara was back? The Queen? He couldn't be serious, the only thing that was there was Riven, the one who put him in it's mouth. The one and only.
"She's not back and she never will be, you ignorant fool," hissing at him, his stare hardened at you. It honestly made you shiver even more. He felt it, he knew you were scared.
"Alright," his tongue clicked, "you answer me, more so obey me, and I give you your ghost back," you instantly perked up, still weak and still in pain. Your ghost was alive. That's a relief. But you would need help your enemy in order to get him back.
Sighing, you think about this carefully. Maybe you could find a way to stop him, maybe he'd drop his guard down eventually, and then you could do whatever is that you're capable of.
As you nodded, Uldren made your ghost appear, it was weird, to say the least.
"Guardian!" Your ghost exclaimed, clearly happy to see you alive, but not in the best state. He immediately did everything he could to heal you, but he was unable to set you free of those cuffs.
He gave you his iconic smirk, which made you roll your eyes. His face was now up close to yours, you didn't know what to do, other than stare at his features. He had a rather nice face structure, his eyes were an alluring color. But he only rolled your head back with his hand which was still holding onto your hair.
"I will let you go, but do know, I won't let my guard down," he whispered into your ear, his voice slightly husky, "if you are to do anything, I will do more than just stick my knife inside you."
Alright. You could feel the cuffs being taken off your hands. You felt his own hands - They were rather soft. You would have expected someone who went trough so much to have very rough hands, but it's as if he used lotion for hands. You chuckled and he started glaring at you.
His hand was on your throat now, making you snap out of your own thoughts.
"You better get ready to answer now, guardian."
-
Uldren had removed your weapons from you, you didn't even have your knife with you! He didn't even want to give you any weapons, which was reasonable, but it was almost as if he forgot that you still have your class powers. That could be extremely good for when he's focused on something else, but right now, he was really focused on you.
Feeling uncomfortable, you try to give him a glare, but he looked very amused by your stubbornness. You were staring at his eyes again, getting lost. Quickly you snapped out of it.
"What do you need to know?" You asked, mocking him. He had his way of making you soft rather easily, but you didn't wanna look vulnerable in front of him, it was only going to end up bad.
"Where is Petra?" His voice was now serious, as if he immediately switched to some kind of business mode. You disliked it.
"I don't know, we lost her after-" you paused and thought of how you should word your sentence, "after the Fallen had attacked." You didn't want Crow to know everything about this situation, if you mentioned Spider his mood could have changed, and you just wanted him calm for now - Gain his trust. Even if it is by lying.
He took a step closer to you then started circling you. He didn't believe you. You could sense it. You were visibly tense and you cussed yourself over it. Lying wasn't one of your biggest skills.
Before you knew it, he had you on the ground. Your arms pinned down.
"Guardian, you think I'm dumb? Innocent maybe?" He was mocking you back, one of his hands was pinning both of yours down, he was stronger than you. His other hand was on your cheek. You were starting to feel uncomfortable with the position you were in.
He was on his knees, legs spread, your body in between them. You were very vulnerable. His hand was caressing your cheek almost gently. You couldn't get yourself to answer him. His eyes hypnotized you yet again - You were in his control.
You snapped out of your thoughts due to a burning sensation on your cheek. He had slapped you after you hadn't replied.
"Stop!" You yelled out, confusing both yourself and him. He was messing with your mind. He got inside it so easily and he made you zone out. Why?!
His face was closer to yours and you almost wanted to claim his lips.
"Stop what?" He asked, clearly as amused as he was before. He went down to your neck and gently blew at it. Goosebumps started rising all over your body. God damn did he have his ways.
"Stop t..." you were not about to say that, were you? He was getting to you and you hated the fact that he was. But at the same time, you liked it.
His lips pressed against your neck and you gasped. He slowly trailed his way to your lips then pulled away.
"You better answer me, Guardian, we both know the agreement," you noticed his voice was softer than before, and you could slowly feel your cheeks turning 50 shades of red. Both the actions and words confused you to your core.
"Stop teasing..." your words slowly trailed off. You could see him smirk, but you couldn't make out his entire expression due to his hair covering his face. Then your mind exploded with thoughts, why did you say teasing? What was happening? Where is Petra?
Your thoughts were silenced with his lips being pressed against yours. You tried to say something but he only pressed harder. You eventually just stopped trying to fight it.
He noticed your ease and that your will to fight has been suppressed, so he let go of your hands and wrapped his arm around your waist, slowly picking both of you up. He pressed you up against a wall.
Cold. You were still in the Dreaming City. So you were making out with the Prince in the best place possible. Great.
He bit your lip hard and tasted your blood. You flinched and moaned softly into his lips. You hoped Sharp was going to help you but he was nowhere near you. Your world was spinning. What would you tell the Vanguard?
Now that your hands were free, you'd be able to kill him. You wanted to. But you just couldn't. He was like a snake, hypnotizing you and almost devouring you.
Your hands slowly trailed off to his chest and you started pushing him away from you, which caused him to pause for a moment and glare into your eyes, but still letting you say what the problem was.
"Why are you doing this?" Your voice was tinted with anger and confusion. There was so many things you could've asked him right now but this was your first question. The only answer you received from him was his small smirk yet again, but also him letting you go - Which caused you to fall down right on your bottom.
"Right," he chuckled, "we find Petra, I do my stuff and you're free."
Your stomach dropped to this. It was a problem. You forgot about that.
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Should I write another one? Is it even good? I haven't written for 8 months now so I really don't know. Please let me know.
Can I request a Crow x Awoken!Female!Warlock where they lovers (they could be married or not, doesn't matter) in his past life, but when they meet again, reader just bursts into tears of joy and tackles him (basically wrapping herself around him). Just lots of fluff and happiness, he deserves someone to love.
(Wait but doesn’t he not remember his past life?.. oh no- I’ll do what I can)
Crow and beloved:
It had been a solid year since you had seen him. Last you remember of him was a shrouded face, slipping off into the darkness. Now here he was, standing to a forsaken corner off in the Spider’s Web. You practically jump out of your skin when you see him, running over and hugging him with your full force. You hug, yet there is nothing. He stiffens, staring down at you. Something flickers behind his eyes, and you see it as you raise a hand to his face. He leans into it, unable to stop himself. You ask him where he’s been, and yet her cannot answer you. You ask him many things, and he does not know the answer to anything. Finally, you ask for his name, and he says:
“I am The Crow..” to which you reply:
“Ah... You aren’t... You aren’t who I thought you were.” You turn to leave, feeling tears well up in the corners of your eye, before you feel his cold hand grab yours. You look back quickly, noticing tears forming in his bright eyes too.
“I want to be... To be who you thought I was. Who did you think I was?”
You stared at him with insuring before walking up to him, and whispering two, simple words. “Uldren Sov.”
It was like his world came flooding back to him. His sister, the betrayal of the chimera, his horrible acts. He felt disgusted with himself for being such a fool. For believing all those lies. He then remember you. The way the light laughter trickled from your lips when he make you laugh. They way your eyes crinkled when he made you smile. He was the one to pull you into the hug this time. You stood there for a while, just hugging, waiting for one of you to break the silence. That would be him, with a soft sob.
You step back and hold onto him, listening to his quiet tears and his murmured confessions. None of it mattered though, because you were going to help him through this. You were going to help him become a good man. Even as the world falls to brimstone, you will be here.
Summary: Headshots were standard procedure, but there was one shot you regretted before you even took it. You were used to chances and unused to finality. The dead had always come back to haunt you.
Word Count: 984
Rating: T
Warnings: Past relationships, war breeds apathy and questionable morals.
“Osiris is asking for us.”
“Guardian, we’re going to the moon.”
Your ghost was used to taking control of emergency situations. They’d deliver you to the source of trouble, or near it, and as long as they showed you where to go, you’d make sure nothing stood in your way. You’d been killing so long you hardly had to pay attention anymore. Ghost said nothing as you descended into the bowels of the moon. They knew you didn’t care.
Osiris came in and out over comms. He relayed pertinent information to your ghost and the sound was a background to your gun. The moon sounded alive as the Hive nests and architecture groaned around you. Ghost lit your path, and you followed his guide through vaguely familiar terrain.
“Guardian!”
A warning voice sounded as a portal appeared before you. The rest of its message was cut off as you entered the ascendant plane. The air was thicker than usual. The greyscale might’ve been frightening to you once, but it was barely a hinderance now. You slaughtered there too, until the plane deigned to spit you out.
Osiris was waiting on the other side. You looked around the room, making sure no Hive could get past you. Your senses stung like an allergy and your attention snapped back to Osiris. You were too late with your warning and you were forced to watch a Knight slap the old man to the ground.
Before anyone could react the Knight was felled. “Who?”
Your ghost’s question was answered shortly. An Awoken stepped into the light. An awoken you recognized with a Ghost of its own. Your heart thrummed and ached uncomfortably. Visions of the past flitted before your eyes. He looked the same. By the light, he looked the same.
When his eyes met yours, you knew he did not recognize you.
I’m sorry, my love
Your words haunted you. Your actions haunted you. Killing the barons had been easy. Petra joined you to face Uldren and you knew every choice you made narrowed to a final act of betrayal. Revenge. You hadn’t even said the words in the end.
Ghost forced your transmat and you were grateful. You were the only dead thing allowed on your ship.
“He wore Spider’s mark.”
The flourish on his chest hadn’t escaped your notice either. You unclasped your helmet and left the cockpit to Ghost. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. His breakdown of Cayde’s killer. His condemnation of your lover. You wept silently and with rage in your heart.
“We must find out what’s going on.”
The purple ambiance of the Reef told you Ghost had beamed you down. Spider awaited and you channeled your rage toward him. You kept your helmet on even as you entered the safe domain of the Spider. Uldren appeared next to you but you didn’t dare spare him a glance.
Spider began to admonish Uldren and you stepped forward. “Be careful what you say,” you warned.
“Why?” Spider was a strange sort of diplomat. Never minded being interrupted. “I saved him from certain death. Its not like you were there to help. The little bird is mine, and any attempts at rescue would be… explosive.”
“I will kill you someday,” you promised. Uldren breathed to say something. “The adults are talking,” you snapped, looking at him enough so he would know to whom you were speaking.
Spider chuckled. “Its true what they say about a guardian scorned.” Spider waved a hand and you felt Uldren leave. “Your Ghost knows what I want, but I’ll tell you what you’ll be receiving in return.” Spider leaned forward and you had to suppress the urge to start a dangerous war. He tilted his head toward a now-opened hall. “Unlimited access.”
You followed his gaze and could guess at what lied beyond. “He is not a thing,” you hissed.
“He is.” Spider sat back and adjusted his arms. “He is a tool, as are you. I promise he’ll want you as much, even if he does not remember.”
You clenched your teeth. A snarl formed but it was one Spider could not see even as the rest of your body language gave you away. “I will work with him.” You forced the words out of your mouth before you could regret any more decisions.
Spider was smug, and clearly intrigued. “I will inform him of your terms.” He gestured down the hall. “You may speak with him.”
You looked toward the hall. No weakness. Not in front of Spider. Not when he already thought you were weak. You walked down the hall like what you might find wouldn’t kill you. Uldren was in little more than a supply closet. He looked at you as you entered, eyes impassive, and said nothing until you stood before him.
“You knew me… before,” he noted, “I am sorry I do not remember you.”
“Don’t be.” Your words came out flat. “I’m the one that shot you in the eye.”
Uldren shook his head shortly. “Spider has already teased me about you.” Uldren stepped closer and you held your breath. His hands came up slowly and you saw the same kindness in his eyes as he had always given you. His fingers neared and fumbled with the mechanisms holding your helmet in place.
You let him pull your helmet off. He took it from you, and you stared at each other for a long moment. “I want to recognize you.” But he was not lamenting the past. You envied him that.
You looked away first, tears welling in your eyes. You heard him set your helmet down. The next thing you knew he was cradling your face in his hands and kissing you. You kissed him back, chaste and grieving, before pushing him away. “Guide my hand, Crow, and I will make sure your boss is happy.”
"So, your date is an Awoken Warlock, a light-bearer?" Jolyon asked, surprised by the fact that the Prince even did such a thing.
"I did it so Mara would get off my back," Uldren stated, adjusting the formal suit jacket he was wearing.
It was a half-truth. Yes, he did it to get Mara off his back, but he also wanted to get to know Isabelle more. He wasn't going to tell Jolyon or his sister that. The Prince put on his cufflinks and nodded to the Crow. Both men left Uldren's quarters and went to the ballroom of the Palace. They met Mara just outside the doors. She wore a beautiful purple gown that flowed gracefully down her figure.
"You look dashing, brother," Mara said, as she linked arms with Uldren.
They entered the ballroom, which was crowded with Reef-Born and Guardians on either side.

"Her Majesty, Queen Mara Sov," The Guard announced, causing the crowd to quiet down, "and her twin brother, Prince Uldren!"
The Prince scanned the crowd to see if he could spot Isabelle. But the crowd itself was to thick to see anyone properly. As he and Mara descend the stairs and arrived at the bottom, Uldren bowed to his sister and parted ways with her. He entered the crowd of guests. He found the Vanguard, maybe Ikora Rey would have an idea of where her most trusted Warlock could be.
Uldren cleared his throat, grabbing their attention, "I was wondering where I could find my date, Isabelle Brigham?"
"She's out on the balcony, she wanted fresh air and somewhere not too crowded," Answered a Huntress with curled blue hair and icy blue eyes, clinging to the arm of Hunter Vanguard Cayde-6. She was probably the famous Chloe Brask, daughter to the late Hunter Vanguard Andal Brask.
He nodded, bowed, and went to the balcony on the other side of the ballroom. Uldren saw Isabelle gazing up at the night sky, her hands resting lightly on the railing. She was breathtaking. Her normally loose, half-shaved, bubble gum pink hair was in a beautiful pleated braid over her right shoulder. The moonlight made her pale blue skin glow, making her sapphire eyes pop. The dress she wore was stunning, the bodice hugging her sides in all the right places. The dress itself was pink with a beautiful white lace design. The thin straps stopped before they even reach her shoulders. The neckline dipped down into a V just under her sternum, letting the swell of her breasts show just a tad bit. The skirt was long and flowed out, flowers decorating the bottom of it.
"You look beautiful, Isabelle," The Prince complimented, causing the Warlock to snap her attention from the stars to him.
She blushed a light purple, "You look equally handsome, your Grace."
Isabelle curtsied. Uldren bowed and took her hand, placing a light kiss on it. He felt her tense for a second then relax. "Care to join me inside and get a refreshment?" Uldren asked, offering his arm to the Awoken woman.
"I'd love too," Isabelle answered, linking her arm with his.
Uldren guided her inside the ballroom. A waiter came by and The Prince picked up two champagne glasses, handing one to Isabelle. She took it and thanked him quietly.
"Can I have your attention?" Came Mara's voice from the front of the ballroom.
Conversations ceased and everything became quiet.
"Thank you, as you know I invited you for a splendid evening and a chance to make new allies with the Traveler's Chosen," The Queen stated, "I hope this alliance will bring peace and prosperity to our people!"
The crowd clapped and conversation resumed. A chorus of string instruments started to play, Reef-Born and Guardians who knew how to waltz joined in.
"Care to dance?" Uldren asked, setting the now two empty champagne glasses on a waiters tray as he passed by them.
Isabelle nodded, shyly looking down at her feet, "I'd love too, Uldren, but I'm not a graceful dancer."
"Then just follow my lead," The Prince said, walking into the middle of the dance floor.
He placed one hand on Isabelle's waist and the other held her hand. Uldren stepped back, prompting the Awoken woman to step forward. Slowly, surely, The Prince had taught Isabelle how to waltz. Halfway through the instrumental 'La Valse de L'Amour', Uldren twirled his date around, then held her by the waist again.
"They're all looking at you," The Warlock said, noticing that everyone stopped dancing to the music, creating a space for her and Uldren to dance.
"Believe me, they're all looking at you," Uldren, a smile gracing his lips.
They continued to dance, gliding around the room. Uldren realized he liked the smile that adorned Isabelle's face. The crowd awed as The Prince lift Isabelle up and spun her around, before setting her down gently. Gracefully, Uldren dipped his date and pulled her up again, spinning her around yet again, the layers of her dresses skirt swirled and frilled about.
People started to dance again as the music continued. As the music drew to a close, Uldren bowed to Isabelle as she curtsied. He then offered his arm again. "Would you like me to take you somewhere more, er, private?" He asked.
"Yes, that sounds wonderful," Isabelle smiled.
Uldren returned the smile and took Isabelle out of the crowded ballroom and down several corridors and stairwells. He led her out of the palace and onto the grounds, taking a left away from the ball.
"Isn't Mara going to notice your absence?" Isabelle asked as they walked down a cemented path.
"No, I doubt she would even know I'm gone," Uldren muttered, "Besides I wanted to bring you somewhere I never took anyone else, not even Mara."
"Okay."
The Prince stopped in front of a white gate. He opened it and stepped aside, "Ladies first." The warlock chuckled, smiling as she stepped through the gate. He heard her gasp and she turned to him.
"It's beautiful!"
Uldren had taken Isabelle to a private section of the palace's garden. The flowers all around were exotic and had a bioluminescence glow to them. In the middle of the garden was a beautiful white swing that hung from a tree with bioluminescence leaves. The Prince took Isabelle gently by the hand and led her over to the swing.
"Please," He said, offering the awoken woman a seat.
"I shouldn't," Isabelle replied shyly.
"You should."
"No, I shouldn't!"
"Should!"
"Shouldn't!"
"No, you should," Uldren chuckled
"I will," Isabelle smiled and sat down, as the Prince stood behind her grabbing hold of the white ropes on either side of the swing.
"May I?" He offered.
"Please," Isabelle replied, looking up at the Prince.
He gently pushed her and the swing, letting it glide out and come back to him. He repeated this process a few more times as the Warlock let out a small giggle, making Uldren's heart flutter at the sight. Suddenly, Isabelle's shoe fell off and landed a few inches away. Uldren moved in front of her and picking up the rose gold heel.
"It's made of gold?" He stated, examining the shoe
"And why not?" Isabelle shot back.
"Allow me," Uldren moved to place the shoe on Isabelle's foot.
"Thank you," The Warlock offered him her foot and he gently slid it on.
"So, tell me who you are," The Prince said.
"Well, for starters, I like books," Isabelle answered, a purplish blush dusting her cheeks.
"What kind of books are you into?"
"It varies from moment to moment, I read dystopia, other times I read literature or romance, sometimes the occasional historical fiction," She stated, "I know, it sounds boring."
"No, it's intriguing, any other things that interest you?" He continued.
The Warlock thought for a moment. "I also enjoy theatre, artwork, the outdoors, the weather in autumn, and sweets," She replied, "what about you?"
"Thrill and adventure," Uldren answered.
"Why that in particular?"
"Because I want to be a hero my people can look to."
"Is that all? Interests, I mean?" Isabelle asked.
"Please my sister, I guess, though she always seems to be disappointed by everything I do," The Prince replied, casting his gaze from Isabelle to the side.
"I'm sorry to hear that, that's bloody awful."
"Don't be, I'm used to it by now," Uldren stated.
"Besides trying to please your sister and being a hero, who are you really, Prince Uldren?"
"If I told you, would you still want to know me?"
"Yes," Isabelle replied.
The Prince gazed into her sapphire eyes, they were so close. He didn't realize how close they were until they were inchesapart. His eyes darted down to Isabelle's full lips. They looked so plump and soft. He wondered what they would feel like on his own. Isabelle apparently had the same idea as she also lean closer. Their lips were only centimeters away.. Uldren closed his eyes awaiting her kiss when something interrupted them.
"Isabelle, the Vanguard is leaving." Came a voice.
Uldren jumped back, spotting Isabelle's ghost. The moment was ruined.
"Oh, I'll be there momentarily," The Warlock replied, standing up from the swing.
The ghost bobbed once before disappearing. Uldren stood up and straightened his formal attire. He took Isabelle's hand and kissed the back of it.
"Until next time," He said.
"Next time?"
"Yes, I would very much like to get to know you better,"
"You have a mobile?" Isabelle asked.
"Yes," The Prince answered.
"Then send me a text, if you want to talk."
After exstanging numbers. Uldren bid goodbye to the guardian. He went back to his quarters, where he found Jolyon waiting for him.
"You were no where to be seen after the first waltz," The crow said.
"That's because I spent the night wondering the place grounds having a pleasant conversation with my date," Uldren replied, entering his bedroom.
"That is surprising coming from your mouth."
"Really, how so?" The Prince started to take his blazer off.
"Well, for starters, you had a date this time," Jolyon stated.
"People change," Uldren replied, dressed in only his slacks.
"Is this change good or bad? Because if you fall for her, you know its not..."
"Not what, Jol?"
"Permitted."
The Prince rolled his eyes, "I'm going to bed. Meet me in the courtyard tomorrow morning and I'll explain what the plan is then,"
Jolyon nodded and left. Uldren sighed. He knew it wasn't permitted. Isabelle wasn't a royal, she was a guardian and that made the things even more complicated. With another sigh, The Price laid on his bed, hands behind his head, thinking about what lies in store for him
