She snorted and glanced up at me. “Fuck no, shifter. But I am hungry.”
Booming laughter escaped me and leaned even closer to her. My breath steady on the shell of her ear. “So am I, my little umbra.” Remnant stopped her bouncing and inhaled sharply. I straightened to my full height and nodded. “See that building way over there with the purple flags? The garden rooftop?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Yes.”
I cracked my neck again. “Race you to it. First one to capture the flag wins.”
“No shifting.” She snapped.
I barked out another laugh. “No shadows.”
She tilted her head and for a brief moment I witnessed the look at the deadly strategist that once was Faerie's most respected war general. “You have undoubtedly done this before and have the advantage. Your shifter speed being one of them.”
I snorted and pulled back my own hair in a knot at the crown of my head. “And you are the greatest war general of all Faerie and much smaller than me. That makes you more agile and cunning.”
Stories of Remnant’s accomplishments were legendary in The West Isles. The book she discovered in my study didn’t even touch the surface of it. My hands already ached to write the latest accounts of her story.
Remnant began bouncing again and I really wished she wouldn’t. Images of her breasts bouncing as I thrusted into her over and over again was in the forefront of my mind.
“Alright,your majesty, let’s do this.”
The predator in me practically drooled. “I’m going to enjoy every moment of those delicious lips on mine.” I taunted.
“Oh Emon.” Startled by the sound of my name, I looked down at her. “One more thing.” My nostrils flared at her sultry tone that had me leaning in towards her like she was my gravity. The only thing that kept me grounded to this world.
“Yes?”
“You’re going to lose.” She whispered and I was blinded by the wide smile lighting up her stunning face, right before my ass went flying backwards and slammed to the ground with a booming thud.
I watched stupefied as Remnant launched herself from the roof and onto the next one, running straight for the distant purple flag with her laughter floating through the air behind her.
Seeing Remnant Dark alive again, running through my city was a goddess damn dream and I would be a happy fae if it were to be my last. But I was also greedy and I wanted all the dreams of her, not just one.
Inspired by her mischief, a plan of my own began to form. Springing forth, I was back on my feet and leaping across the building in one bound. Remnant hadn’t made it far enough to compete against my shifter speed and I found that I didn’t mind the view from here.
“You’re going to pay for that!” I roared against the winds.
“Are you just a sore loser, your majesty, or is that your ass talking?” She called back over her shoulder, those green eyes flashing with glee.
I grinned and with three large bounding strides, I leapt onto the next roof ledge, running with perfect balance on its rim while surveying the waking city below.
My city.
I was finally home. I breathed in the morning air, peace filling my soul for the first time in centuries.
It didn’t take long for the waking fae to notice their golden king on the rooftops.
Cheers, whistles, and clapping filled the streets. More fae rushed outdoors to watch as the calls grew. Their king was finally home and heart warmingly back to his regular antics.
“Welcome home King Daemon!”
“Better run faster your majesty!”
“Best sunrise I've seen yet!”
“She’s got you beat, shifter.”
I barked a laugh at that one and I could hear more pealing laughter from Remnant ahead of me. Performing a series of flips and twists she showed off her agility for the crowds above and below. The pure athleticism and warrior strength in her was fully appreciated by the shifter community when more cheers filled the sun kissed streets.
