257 Kings

The mage leapt off his throne. Rowan was being impulsive, Syryn decided. 

"Let's not make any hasty decisions while under the influence of jealousy."

"Ryn, you have no idea do you? I had been so worried about you. I even lost weeks of sleep wondering if you were dead or alive. And all this while as I searched for my lover, he was busy frolicking with a merman."

Rowan looked far too dejected to be acting. The mage had no idea why he cared so much about a person he couldn't remember, but he just did.

"I promise I had no idea that hugs meant anything more than that, Rowan. I wasn't frolicking with anyone!"

The mage was now beside the anti mage. He stood in front of Rowan's sitting figure. They locked eyes and a frisson of electricity ran down Syryn's spine. Warmth blossomed in his chest like a rose, beautiful and fragrant. It was a strange feeling that Syryn wanted to bottle up. He would cup that warmth between his palms when he was cold.