king for a day

Roscorro

He did not know why Kiada had said that she needed to apologize. He whole heartedly believed that her reaction was justified. He had betrayed her trust and stolen from her. She had thought him a friend and he had taken advantage of that and wounded her. He had been prepared to accept any punishment, yet she had held back her physical blows. Though her words had hit him just as hard. Being banished from her sight had taken away any hope of making amends. He had kept his promise, he had not come near her since that day. Until now. He had expected anger to flash in her eyes upon seeing him at the gathering. But instead she had been solemn as she spoke to him.

He was confused, but hopeful. So when the others began to drift away he bid Gwyn to wait or return to their special spot, before making his way towards the mare. His steps were slow, his gaze downcast so as not to meet her's. He was still a thief, and until he had made amends, unworthy to look her in the eye. He drew alongside her, keeping a respectful distance. He remained silent. She had asked him here. He would wait for her to speak. He'd wait to see what she had to say before opening his mouth. He wanted to apologize again, but what good would that do? Words could only do so much. He needed to know what he had to do in order to earn her forgiveness. So he waited, like a scolded puppy caught getting into mischief.
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