we are aching bones and wasted years; becca, mast, any

[magnus]

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

Magnus knew that she would eventually put two and two together, and he laughs lightly. “I’m not sure,” he says quietly, honestly, his gold-flecked eyes finding her own. “Although, to be honest, I don’t recruit for the promotions.” He had held a lot of different positions within kingdoms throughout his life, and he did not hunger for the rankings like some did. It was an acknowledgment of his work, but that was it. He wasn’t interested in furthering his own legacy or leaving his mark on the world. It just wasn’t his desire.

“I recruit for two reasons.” He glances around the kingdom and takes a deep breath. “One, because I like to help people—especially help people find a home and a purpose. It’s always been important to me, and I have found a lot of lost souls in the field who just need direction.” He pauses, a half smile forming, “Not that you were lost, but I digress.” He continues to walk with her, leading her toward the center of the kingdom. “I also recruit because I love this kingdom, and I love to see it full of life and energy.”

Any benefit he gained from it was always an afterthought.

“Mast should be around soon—or another member of the kingdom.” Night was beginning to fall around them, but that did not necessarily mean that Gates would be slumbering soon. There were many souls within it who liked the peace of evening—himself included. “Do you have any other questions?” While they waited, he may as well help explain kingdom living to her as best as he possibly could.

MAGNUS

once general. once lord. once king.