The Vale King was not too happy being escorted by anyone, especially Raven, his Guardian. At least she was hot. The girl certainly had an ass on her. Nothing like Alyssa, who was nothing but. Still, he was content, at least for now.
A promise was a promise, even if he hadn't much intention of keeping it. He was not Altair. The fool king. He was better than that. Better than him in every way. He had to be. To be standing here with Raven.
Brooding, he glanced at Raven. The girl, the woman, he decided, had grown. That nativity still lingered here and there, but a now poised blade had been instilled within her. All it needed was to be tempered and polished.
He could do so for her. It would be a simple thing. A few missions, a few talking. Her mind was easily swayed when it came to him. Yes. Perhaps he would temper her.
