I’m a queen bee - any

[magnus]

you and I both know that the house is haunted
and you and I both know that the ghost is me

Trying to balance the art of conversation with several personalities was always an interesting one, but it was luckily a skill that Magnus had learned a long time ago. He is quiet when he needs to be and talkative when the conversation lags. For now though, he is patient, gold-flecked eyes occasionally flicking toward the red-eyed wolf, his attention diverted there even when his gaze was not. There was something about the other stallion that put him on edge—something that told him to keep his guards up around him.

When she answers Fennick’s question, he brightens, a smile shadowing his lacerated lips, one corner rising. “I feel grateful that I don’t have a herd or you would have broken my heart,” his voice is light and teasing. “I’m actually from Heaven’s Gates, one of the kingdoms. If you’re looking for purpose, you may find it there. While we always open our arms to those souls who need a haven, what we truly need are those who need purpose and who can put their minds and their swords and their souls to use for her.”

He pauses to rolls his shoulders, “I’d love to tell you more about it if you’re interested.”

Dipping his head toward Fennick, “I’m sure Fennick would love to do the same for you regarding his own home.” A thoughtful pause as he looks at her, wondering briefly if she had ever had a chance to visit these kingdoms on her own—or even hear about them often. Many didn’t get the chance. “It seems like an understatement to say this, but choosing a home can be difficult—especially when there are multiple options.” His voice is gentle, gold-flecked eyes burning quietly, “If you would ever like to visit Heaven to see her in person, I’d be honored to show you around.” And with that, he falls silent, looking to Fennick.

MAGNUS

once general. once lord. once king.