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Salem felt a sense of relief after he spoke , it was nice to be able to talk freely without judgement or to be told to keep quiet. He smirked and began to gather his own things together.

“Oh they’re definitely fast , when I was little I had fallen off and broken my arm.” He chuckles lightly to himself. “Mom, never let me back onto Shadow until I turned eighteen—“ Salem couldn’t remember that day so clearly.

As Charon mention the ammoniations he became more serious.

“I’m ready for anything sir, I will not fail you.” The halfling finished packing and slung his bag around himself.

“Once we get to my family’s home, don’t be startled if my brothers are there.”

Salem took a deep breath and adjusted the cloak he had slipped into, raising the hood over his head.

“I’m ready.”

Charon tried not to snort when Salem said that. "Remember that time I tried to ride a horse and nearly fell on my ass?" he said, the memory making him grin a tiny bit. He'd tried not to remember that day-it was because he was showing off and he wanted to impress his teacher that he could ride a horse.

"I know you won't," he assured the halfling, shaking off the memory before he cracked open the door. "I won't be startled, I promise," Charon promised as he led him down the hallway, keeping his eyes open for the abominations that were still lurking in the hallways.

He tried not to think about those abominations while going down the hallway, clutching his staff as hard as he could. He led Salem down the hall and turned to the left, trying to keep as quiet as he could. "We'll be able to leave through this tunnel and I think we can finally get out of here." Charon told Salem with a grin.

DAPHNE BRIDGERTON and SIMON BASSET BRIDGERTON — 1x08: “After the Rain” (2020)

The Fae Queen snorts another little laugh when he behaves like that; feeling her bratty side rearing its head and contemplating the best way to continue flirting with him. "Well, you know me, Kas--I'm always more than happy to tempt you. Besides, I could activate a wee little cloaking spell if you're that bloody worried about being seen sneaking into my chambers via the balcony." She gives him a rather fanged grin then, eyebrows waggling a wee as her gaze glitters gold and dances with mischief. Though when he asks her for that promise, she shakes her head and reaches out to boop his nose playfully. "Y' know that's perfectly impossible. Just be careful and don't terrorize my Folk, lest I have to withhold kisses."

He laughed, throwing his head back a bit. "You can tempt me all day and I'll still come to your balcony, naked and not worried about getting into your chambers," Kassandros told her with his own grin before she booped his nose. "I promise I won't terrorize your Folk," he promised her, kissing her forehead. "If you withhold your kisses, I'd have to whine and beg for kisses-and I am a good beggar when I do get on my knees."

Ellyn tilts her head a little to the right, giving him a look of quiet consideration after he says that; eyes scanning his face briefly. When he shook his head, she reached over and caressed his cheek gently. "I'm sorry that your sleep changed your realm so much, Kas...I suppose I'm fortunate that it isn't the same for me or my Folk--usually. Though we aren't without our own odd stories or tales of strange happenings."

Her hand drops after a moment and she gets a little more interested in which portrait he likes the most out of the entire wing that's open to the public. Especially when he blushes like that and her amusement grows; though her own cheeks heat in response, too. "Ahh, well then...I'm glad you like it though and to be fair, most formal portraits aren't as lovely as the real-life versions of whom they are painted after...Thank you for saying so, Kas."

Hearing her say that made him smile a bit, his lips twitching into small one. "It was. Everything changed and...I got confused and didn't know where I was going. Would you believe me if I told you that I almost knocked myself out with a tree?" he told her with a chuckle, thinking about the first time he woke up after a thousand years of sleep.

"That is true. If you look at one portrait with me, you'd think it's realistic. But it's not that realistic at all-especially when I had to sit on a bloody horse, my arse hurt like hell, and my arm got tired holding a sword up. Also, I nearly fell asleep staying in one posture for what felt like hours and years." He mused with a chuckle before giving her a nod. "You're welcome. I look at it almost everyday."

Angry and dirty

She's glad to see him smiling like that, eyes bright as he reassures her that his dragon side likes her. Ellyn's heart soars, nodding some and teasingly brushing her lips along his when she hears that rumble; quite pleased and returning it softly. Hells, she's sorely tempted to do something fairly wicked when he speaks up and distracts her train of thought.

The Fae Queen tilts her head a little, left eyebrow arching as he explains the temples and reminds her vaguely of the gardens he's spoken about before; nodding after a moment. "Luckily, we don't do that sort of thing here. Portraits are painted of our monarchs once they reach a certain age, but, no temples or worshipping--that's reserved only for our deities."

"We had that once, back home. Now they're scattered all around the place, and the temples that did belong to me once were destroyed once I fell into that blasted sleep," he muttered with a sigh, shaking his head and leaning back a bit. "But I have been seeing the temples for your deities and I found myself missing it."

There wasn't one he particularly liked-all of them, in his opinion, he liked very much. "I found all of them interesting. But I haven't seen not one portrait of your monarchs-well..." he stopped, his cheeks turning red. "I have seen yours. It's quite beautiful, but not like you in front of me right now."