Mar 04, 2009 15:30
“Dammit, Ryan! What about my instructions to you were unclear?! What about my telling you to let it drop was hard?!” Circe was angry. Really angry. And while that wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, it was unusual for her to be angry with Ryan.
But she had told him to let the subject of Lilith drop and instead of doing as she asked, he had gone looking for her. It was just by the grace of Darkness that Ruby had found him before Lilith had. And his excuse? He had the pack.
“Mother…”
“No, Ryan. No. I don’t want to hear it. Go to your room.”
“But…”
“Go!”
“Fine!” As he stormed off, the hounds looked between the princeling and their mistress. Circe waved them off and they took off down the hall after Ryan, determined to keep an eye on the boy.
Once he and the hounds were out of sight, she sat down on the couch in her quarters, letting her head drop into her hands. If anything had happened to him…
With a deep breath, she stood and walked towards the door, already calling for Azrael. She was not going to risk Lilith getting close to Ryan again. Fuck the rules of war. This ended now.
azrael,
drabble,
ryan