Meet my Overprotective Brothers
she thought, speaking directly into the dark void within her heart.
The First King’s voice replied, no longer a snarl, but a purr of anticipation. “Show them, my Queen. Show them that even the sun must set.”
“Light the beacons for our return,” Elara shouted back to the shore, her voice amplified by the Void-Glass of the ship. “But do not wait for a Princess. When these ships return, they will carry a King, or they will carry nothing at all!”
The ships hit the open sea, moving with an unnatural, silent speed. The water didn't splash against the hulls; it parted in reverence.