Winter Storms (Male Main Needed!!!) PAFP!!!

Egil looked up at the looming towers of the castle drawing in a deep breath. “I don’t know what I hope.” The King muttered darkly as he gripped on to his sword hilt. Outrage still sparking in his eyes as he stormed into the castle. Seperating from Kensington he went to his quarters to find the servant or Brida herself if he found her. Throwing the door open he narrowed his eyes a little looking around the empty room. Muttering a string of curses he turned to leave and was nearly run into by a frantic servant. “The Queen...servant’s quarter...basement....” The poor man wheezed as he braced agains the doorframe. The King stalked out the door hurrying where she was. Egil barked orders to clear the way as he ran to find her. When he got to the servant’s quarters the upper floor was entirely cleared out. The only noise was muffled screams down from further. Drawing out his sword he proceeded into the basement. Coming down the stairs he let his footsteps echo down the stair case. Before he even saw entirely what had happened he vowed to make this as bloody and painful for whoever was hurting Kensington. “I should have known what a lily-liveried vile creature you both were.” He hissed with a shake of his head before he lunged for the servant. Pulling him off of the Queen he kicked her sword back towards, his blade pressed up against the man’s chest slowly pushing his back into the wall behind him.

With the penned against the wall he picked up his sword and cracked the flat of it across the man’s face. He turned his head slightly to look at Brida, his blade still hovering close to the man’s chest. Brida was clearly breathing hard with the sword pressed against her neck. “Who’s the father?!” He demanded loudly pressing the blade into the servant’s rib cage. Narrowing his eyes he watched the servant gasp and squirm away from his sword point. “Him?” He growled loudly slowly the blade deeper into the man’s body. “Yes! Yes he is! The child isn’t your’s. Just stop!” Brida yelled out loudly to stop him from impaling the servant any further. Egil paused briefly looking between them. His eyes were guarded and almost unreadable. His sword through the man’s chest in one easy movement. Sliding the blade out he stepped away to let the limp body slump to the floor. Narrowing his eyes he looked towards Brida and Kensington. “What should be done with her?” He ignored the woman’s cries as she looked at the bloody body on the floor.

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Egil watched Brida scramble out of the room without looking back. Frowning he spit on the floor where the body was laying and slid his sword back into its sheath. Making his way over to Kensi he offered her his arm for support looking over her wounds. “I am not above slaying a pregnant woman.” Shrugging his shoulders slightly he was too numbed to dwell on that fact right now. He chuckled as he saw her smile on her face despite the fact she was bloody and bruised. Shaking his head he motioned towards the door. “I need a strong drink right now.” With a hollow chuckle he slowly moved towards the door. When he got to the top of the stairs he came face to face with several servants all clustering around the door to see what exactly the comotion was about. Motioning down to the body he moved past them. “Clean up the body. The witch, Brida, if she’s anywhere in Tora by nightfall she is to be killed on sight.” The King growled with his hands balling into a fist as he stormed out of the servant’s quarters. “And someone find me some d*mn mead!” Egil boomed, his shoulders hunched slightly forwards.

Egil sighed as he walked down the hall seeing the trail of blood that leading towards the Queen’s quarter. Motioning a servant over he had them deal with the mess before proceeding on to Kensi’s quarters, simply following the trail. Walking he gave a tired sigh and let his body slump forwards, sitting down heavily in the chair opposite her. “Too many messes to clean up.” Smiling to himself he took the cup offered to him. Taking a long swig he watched the fire crackle in the fireplace. Gripping the cup tightly he took a long swig from his cup. “It’s for the best.” Shifting around in his chair to face her he had a rather strained smile. “Whoever takes up the mantle would have a lot to live up to.” Tapping the finger against the cup he looked her over. “I don’t think I would be able to replace you.” Egil admitted draining half of his cup. “It’s good to have you back.” He smiled at her before laying the cup back down on the table.

Egil chuckled to himself as she turned slightly red and looked away. It was a little entertaining by the fact that he could still make her blush. Taking a swig of his cup he hadn’t at all expected her to let slip she loved him of all things. Setting his cup aside he looked at her for a second. He was still wounded from the fact that a woman had tried to use him for her own ends. Still, when they’d left the Eastern Kingdom he’d regretted no saying something before they had left. He found himself missing her while they were apart. Egil looked over her features lit up with the light glow from the fire place. For one of the few times that he found himself at a loss for words. Sighing to himself he looked back down into his cup. Contemplating it quietly to himself he sighed to himself thinking for a few moments before he could find the words he wanted to say. “I love you too.” Egil said softly as he looked her in eyes while saying this with a small smile.

Egil watched her silently, his heart thumping the tiniest bit in his chest. Baring his heart to Kensington. He had missed her and he was relieved to no longer have to pretend that he despised her to keep Brida happy. He slowly nodded his head when he asked her stay with him. “Of course.” Chuckling as he leaned forwards to cup his hands around her face taking in her features. There was an amused smile on her face as he ran his thumb over her slightly reddened cheeks. After a moment of silence he leaned forwards to plant a soft kiss on her lips. Holding the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away. With a teasing smile he stood up from the table to tend the fire. Leaning against the stone fireplace he smirked to himself as he threw a log on the fire.

Looking away from the fire, tipping his head when she brought out an old book. At first he was going to question if he should leave her in peace to read. He looked at the book cover for a moment before smiling in recognition of the book. Chuckling to himself he sat down beside her peering at the book. “Ah, fond memories. It was so easy to get under your skin.” Egil chuckled to himself wrapping an arm around her for a moment. “It doubt it was any good since you still didn’t finish it.” Snatching the book from her hands he cocked his head this way and that to look at the pages flipping it this way and that. Shrugging his shoulders in disinterest he offered it back to her with a slight wave of dismissal.

Egil frowned nudging her lightly with his shoulder. “How dare you insult your King.” He grumbled morphing his face into a believable scowl for a second before a smile broke through and he chuckled to himself. The man beside her sighed the tiniest bit when she brought up his less than noble actions. “I thought I’d see just what you were made of.” Egil would probably breath his last breath before he ever apologized for any of his actions. Still, lashing her was probably one of the few things he did regret it. At least how he went about it. “It was hard to ignore how much you’ve changed. The strength was always there.” Sighing softly he leaned in, pressing his forehead against her’s. “You are more than worthy to lead Tora.” Closing his eyes for a moment Egil smiled.