Chapter 91

While we waited on Morgana, I meant to spend some thoughts on the City of Magic. I started, but my mind had other ideas. I started journaling my thoughts…

We had two major threats to the White city. Romans and Unseelie. Who were both outside and within the walls.

I itched to act. I wanted the problem gone now. If the problems were gone I could go back to relaxing in peace. Doing simple things like curing ass-face.

No, my future would not be so mundane. This small adventure into the city was a leisure I allowed myself to avoid acting. If I do something I will have to face the consequences.

'Heir of Albion' Tara had said. Could that be me? More than heir to be its Lord and King. If I had total control of the island I could stop the Romans ever landing. I could secure Iris' safety and Morgana's ambitions of ruling.

A tyrannical future, however, didn't clash well with my modern morals.

What did I want?