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Noon.
3rd Prince Chamber, Wyfkeep Castle.
Wyf-fellon, Wyfn-Garde.
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"What are you doing?" Lucius, the presence asked in hushed tones, invisible even to Alaric's sharp eyes.
The voice of Alaric's invisible presence floated in the air like a whisper, barely tangible. Alaric never fully understood what the creature was, but he didn't need to see it to know it was there.
It'd been there since the beginning of his rebirth, the day he cried last.
Alaric didn't bother to turn his head. "What do you mean Lucius?" he asked back.
"You know what I mean. That—back there," Lucius insisted, his voice carrying a weight that made Alaric clench his teeth.
