Fennick, dear, let's chat

[Fennick]

Fennick wasn't really sure how this happened. One moment he and Gallows were exchanging witty (and not so witty) barbs, and the next moment they were co ruling a kingdom. In this precise moment he felt like there was very little in his life that he could be sure of.

More importantly, Fennick wasn’t sure how the stars had aligned to bring him to this day. He had very little vision and no people skills. He did, however, feel entirely indebted and devoted to his kingdom. Perhaps, that was the only requirement to rule? No, he didn't think he'd get off so lucky. The black stallion rolled his shoulders, trying to psych himself up for this meeting. What was he even going to say to her?

Something along the lines of, "Hey Gallows, please don’t torment me every waking moment of every day?" No, he couldn’t say that, because now it was, quite literally, their job to torment each other. It was their job to bicker and whine their way to a successful kingdom. While opposites may not attract, they did make for a well balanced team.

Fennick saw Gallows and winced a little. Shit, now he would have to tell her about stealing an Amazon princess. Knowing Gallows, she would probably just think it was a grand idea. He wasn’t, however, entirely pleased that it had accidentally been his first act as king. Kidnap. Excellent.

He stopped a little ways away from the new queen and couldn’t keep the scowl from his face. Fennick never imagined himself as king. Truth be told, he wasn’t really sure he wanted to be. He did, however, intend to do the best job he could. Together, perhaps, they would do a commendable job. The shock was still too new, however, for him to look to the future. Fennick simply scowled deeper.

“This is your fault, I hope you know.” Yes, this was her fault, his life had gotten significantly more complicated. He knew his answer was less than kingly, but with no one around to hear, he intended to make his feelings known before he had to put on a good face and act like a monarch.