Issac shivered in the cold yet he gritted his teeth and hardened his resolve. The Fae was currently kneeling in the courtyard, not caring about the snow that seeped through his clothes to chill him.
Aldric has not talked to him since the night of the incident nor called for him and it dawned on him that the dark Fae prince was giving him the silent treatment on purpose. So here he was punishing himself and as well, trying to draw Aldric’s attention.
He hated Aldric’s silence because he couldn’t tell what was on his mind. Has the prince gone back on his promise of not touching his family and would punish him by harming his loved ones? So yes, he was desperate and needed to do something.
Perhaps, he should be grateful it was a light snow, the tiny crystals hardly visible in the night, at least for a human, unlike blowing snow storms considering the weather was tied to Aldric’s emotion. Issac expected that the dark prince would be mad throughout the day considering the incident lately. Whatever Islinda was doing, she was doing a fine good job - except it denied him seeing Aldric.
Issac stared into the night, the ground entirely white with the branches of trees heavy with snow, and a cold wind whipped against his face. Issac wondered how long he would have to kneel until Aldric made an appearance and if he would last against the cold.
He was only part summer Fae, meaning he couldn’t regulate his body heat with his fire magic effectively as a pureblood summer Fae would. Not to mention autumn Faeries were the least resilient against the cold. Even an average summer Fae would only last so much till their magic depleted. One thing was for sure, he couldn’t last till the morning came.
"I know you are brave, Issac, but even I couldn’t resort to this level of stupidity," Someone said and Issac did not turn because he had sensed, rather the voice was so familiar he could tell who it belonged to even in the middle of a deep sleep. The cold had dulled his senses a bit so he couldn’t tell Maxi had come to find him until the last minute.
"Let me guess, you met a cold bed and decided to come find me," Issac said with a snark, meeting Maxi’s bemused expression.
"How you know me so well, Issac. Definitely a Fae after my own heart," She mockingly gasped, a hand on her chest.
"Just leave me alone," Issac scowled. He was not in the mood for her teasing.
"Why, Issac?" She came to stand in front of him, "Because you did something wrong, Issac? What a naughty Fae you are?" Maxi grinned at him shamelessly.
Issac stared at her impassively, was she being serious right now? This was not the time for jokes. So Issac set his jaw and stared ahead, refusing to give her the attention she needed.
Realizing that Issac wouldn’t talk to her if she went on like this, Maxi decided to drop the frivolity. She said, "You do know Aldric would not talk to you even if you remained here till the end of time?"
He turned his hardened look to her, "What?"
"Take it from someone who has known Aldric for a long time...." Her brows furrowed thoughtfully, "No, for a very, very, very, very, very, very -"
"Just get to the point, Maxi!" He cut her off impatiently.
But the dark horse shifter shook her head, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, bad manners, Issac. You shouldn’t interrupt your elders while they speak."
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