MIDAS
She made him promise.
The day before they made the journey from which they would never return, she had taken it off her neck, pressed the pendant into his hand and made him promise.
It had been a gift from his father on the day of their binding ceremony and she wanted him to do the same.
So she made him promise that he would give it to whoever would sit beside him on dragon throne.
He had not wanted to take it.
He did not see the point.
She could give it to his bride herself if it was so important to her.
Besides he had not liked the way she spoke; like she would not be here with him when the time finally came.
If only he knew.
Midas sighs and pushes the feelings away before they can wrap themselves around him and bury their sharp, guilt tipped, venomous thorns deep into t
