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Callum rolls off the bed and onto the floor in the middle of the night and obviously Rayla has no choice but to join him there 🥰🥰🥰
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But I wanna knooooooww
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Wanderer’s Rest
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It had been an uncharacteristically peaceful first day’s travel toward Xadia. The weather had been fair, they’d kept up a steady stream of pleasant conversation and – Callum had to hand it to Barius – they’d started things off with a satisfying breakfast.
It had all put Callum into an inexorably good mood.
After all, there was an undeniably strong air of sentimentality surrounding this trip. He and Rayla were retracing those first life-altering, world-saving steps they’d taken together two years ago.
To say they had been through a lot in those years was a comically gross understatement, especially since she’d come back. There had been more days than not that Callum had thought their relationship beyond saving. He’d been too broken, too fundamentally shattered by her abandonment to ever consider letting her back into his heart.
Then, there’d been Umber Tor, and the thought of Rayla dying before he ever got the chance to laugh with her again, or make her smile and roll her eyes at him again, to tell her he loved her again; it had set the flame in his chest alight once more.
So ever since then, they’d been working on it. Slowly, over several days, they began to talk – really talk – about the whole thing. It had been liberating for Callum to finally unload the crushing weight her departure had left him with, and Rayla listened. Then, when it was her turn, she’d given him two things: the first being an apology that had left them both crying openly while they laid side-by-side on the stone floor of Callum’s room; and the other had been a solemn vow to never cause him that much pain again.
They weren’t back to where they’d left off that night at the moon nexus, but they felt like…friends again, and Callum was ecstatic.
“We covered a lot of distance today,” Rayla said to him in a familiar tone that again reminded him of their first journey. That was her “Nighttime Rayla” voice. He’d heard it many times directed toward him and Ezran to let them know it was time to bunk down for the night.
“Time to rest, so we can do it all over again tomorrow,” she continued, making Callum smile.
Some things didn’t change.
But one thing that had certainly changed since the last time they’d made this trip was the status of the border. The scar Viren had left behind at the Breech had had unexpected diplomatic side effects. For the first time in a thousand years, there was a bridge open between Xadia and the human kingdoms. While it was still tentative and mostly discrete, this had opened the door to travel between the two lands.
That increase in travel had subsequently led to a greater demand for lodging along major travel routes, like the one they just so happened to be using, and Callum hoped what was ahead would be a welcomed surprise.
“Right,” he answered. “But why sleep in the grass, when we could sleep in class?” He raised his arms in coy emphasis.
Rayla responded with a curious quirk of her brow and Callum’s smile grew. “There’s a nice cozy inn just ahead,” he gestured up the road and Rayla’s eyes followed.
Together they spotted the Wanderer’s Rest Inn – a cottage that looked like it must have been lifted from the dictionary beneath the very word “cozy.” Its façade was crisscrossed by widely spaced wood framing with little vines of ivy creeping up like ladders. The thatch roof was steep but sturdy and surrounded a large stone chimney. The cottage itself was nestled on a picturesque hillside that caught the warm orange light of the sunset perfectly.
#tdp#the dragon prince#rayllum#callum and rayla#tdp fanfic#tdp season 5 spoilers#because you can’t yada yada past them staying at an inn together#i mean jesus christ
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Down in the Wicked Depths Below
Woe to the man
The dark-eyed sailor
Ship’s adrift
And the sea’s his jailor
Drag him down
Down, down, down
Down in the wicked depths below
Woe to the man
The dark-eyed sailor
Ship’s adrift
And the sea’s his jailor
Drag him down
Down, down, down
Down in the wicked depths below
Lost at sea, the sailor cried
I will not die
The sea shall bow to me
“That was quite a display,” Finnegrin said as he rummaged through the piles of assorted junk on his desk. His gruff voice drowning out the singing voices of the crew on deck. “All that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in pain, you completely lost yourself.”
Callum looked away.
The tidebound captain wasn’t wrong. Seeing Rayla like that – writhing and screaming in pain, skin turning blue as if she were already dead – it did something to him. Just like it always did something to him when he thought he’d lost her.
That spell had simultaneously caused a pain in Callum that was so deep that he couldn’t think or see straight. He’d forgotten any spells or tricks that could have helped him and instead did the only thing he could think of.
It had at least been a solid hit – something his younger self would be in awe of for several reasons. A lot of good it had done him though.
At that moment, Callum caught sight of Bait’s empty cage and for a terrible, brief second, thought perhaps the little guy had already been cast into the depths. However, Finnegrin stepped aside and revealed the glow toad had been crammed into another smaller cage.
“What are you doing?” Callum asked, feeling confident he already knew the answer.
“Oh, don’t worry. The cage is for his protection,” the captain replied with a smug smile. “This way, he lures us a leviathan but doesn’t get eaten.”
He crossed the room and stood before Callum, looking down at him with the black-hearted confidence of a man who had spilled more than his fair share of blood. “The one getting thrown into the sea serpent’s hungry mouth is your elf girl.”
He may as well have been strapped to an anchor and dropped into the sea for how quickly Callum became submerged in the crushing weight of dread and panic. He struggled against the chains that bound him to the post, but there was no give.
He couldn’t lose Rayla. Not again. Not ever again.
“No, no wait!” The words leapt from his tongue without his consent. “A dying breath, blood filled with hatred, and a unicorn horn. That’s the dark magic you want. Just…just let her go.”
They could deal with the ramifications. They would find a way to protect Domina Profundis, but Callum had to protect Rayla first.
A beat passed as Finnegrin paused in the doorway before he began to click his tongue in disappointment like a parent about to scold their child. “Oh, my poor lad,” he said. “That deal was no longer on the table.” He chuckled, pulling the door open and quickly disappearing through it, leaving Callum alone as he sunk even deeper into despair.
“No!” He called out to no avail. “No!”
Again he struggled and again the chains around his wrists did not budge.
Hot tears began cutting their way down his cheeks. This was really it. Rayla would die and a piece of him would die right alongside her. They had only just begun to truly mend their relationship. The last few weeks began replaying in Callum’s mind
Staying in his and Ez’s old, adjoining rooms had been his idea. After Umber Tor, he’d shed the last piece of the already-cracked and crumbling armor he’d built around his heart over the last two years. He’d opened himself back up to her, and it was wonderful. They’d often stayed up late during those nights, fretting over Ezran and the others or just talking like they used to.
Then they’d traveled to Lux Aurea, retracing the steps they’d taken together on that first world-changing journey. The route had been easier this time. There was no dragon egg to hide and protect, no duplicitous aid from Soren and Claudia, and no race to outrun an impending battle with Viren’s corrupted army.
And with the border open, the route itself had become more traveled, leading to amenities like the inn they’d stayed at. Seeing Rayla happy and at peace that night had filled Callum’s heart in a way it hadn’t been in two years. He’d wanted to kiss her again, to hold her and tell her he loved her.
Now he desperately wished he had.
He could hear shouts and thuds from above him and his heart began to pound. He didn’t have much time.
Looking around for something, anything he could use to free himself, Callum spotted it. The slug Finnegrin had offered as a dark magic conduit.
No. No he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
He’d sworn to himself that he would never do dark magic again. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t who he wanted to be. He’d vowed to write his own destiny.
…But what would that destiny look like without Rayla?
The question seared his heart like a brand because he knew the answer immediately. Without Rayla, he had no destiny. If he allowed her to die when there was something, anything , he could have done to save her, the anguish would fester in his body like a blight and consume him from the inside out.
He would do anything for her.
Anything.
Pulling against the chains one last time, Callum reached out and grabbed the slug.
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The sunrise was beautiful, almost mockingly so after all that had happened the night before.
Callum sat at the base of the mast, feeling no modicum of triumph or elation at their victory. He felt like a liar, a sham. He was the first human mage to do primal magic and still he’d resorted to dark magic.
He thought he was better than this. But was he? Was he any better than Viren or Claudia if he would dirty his hands with the lives of innocent creatures if pushed far enough?
“So…” Came a voice through the fog. “Two primal sources? Now you’re just getting greedy, mister mage.”
Callum saw Rayla as she sat down next to him, felt the warmth of her living, breathing body, but he didn’t feel any less ashamed. If she knew what he’d done to save her, she’d be disgusted and furious, as she should be.
“Callum, are you okay?”
Was he? He let the question sink deep before nodding his head and letting his eyes finally unfocus from the abyss he’d been staring into.
“Yeah,” he said, pulling a smile up along with him. “Yeah, I’m okay. I am.”
He looked at Rayla as she smiled back at him, his heart feeling full and complete as she brought a hand up to his cheek.
“I’m glad,” she said softly.
She pulled him into a hug and Callum felt guilt wrap itself around him along with her arms. Below them, somewhere in the guts of the hull, two dark magic snakes now slithered and slunk because he’d brought them to life.
He’d broken his oath, and as Rayla sighed contentedly, holding Callum like she had when they’d first fallen in love, he knew that he would do it again in a heartbeat to save her.
And that’s what scared him more than anything.
#tdp#the dragon prince#tdp spoilers#tdp season 5#rayllum#angst#i wasnt ready#stayed up all night#ahhhh
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Let’s go!!
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Look at them! They’re all so majestic!
I am excite!
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There she is. I want her to obliterate me.
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😭
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Holy shit…
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Is he..is he enchanting her arrow?!?!?
AAAAAHHHHHH
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147.
mad at @raayllum for this post
The chaos is the worst part. They can see it from the castle: the wave of corrupted elves and soldiers overruning what's left of the Katolan army; the common folk scrambling for safety as anyone able herds them towards the castle gates; the bodies falling and rising again, just as terrifying, just as corrupt.
Opeli has lived through sieges before. They have been far and few between, but she knows the terror of being trapped in the towers and the uncertainty of whether the kingdom will last the night. She was a novice last time: fifteen and afraid, her hands shaking as she assisted Phoebe, the High Cleric at the time, lead the common folk in prayer.
Justice and her sisters have been kind in the past. Opeli doubts that even they can help now.
There's movement to her left. A blur. A flutter. A flash of light and a flurry of feathers, and Callum all but collapses against an embrasure in his exhaustion.
"There's no stopping them," he manages. "They keep getting up like it's nothing. I don't know what Claudia did to make them stronger but I don't know what else to do!"
Opeli's face tightens. She glances at the gates below, drawn shut and locked tight. She looks at the fires on the horizon and knows there's nothing else to be done.
"You need to go," she says shortly.
Callum stares at her. "What?"
"You need to go," says Opeli again. "You and Ezran. Soren and Rayla too. Prince Azymondias can carry two of you, you can carry the last."
"I—Opeli, what are you saying?"
"You know exactly what." She gives him a hard stare, hoping the severity of it is enough to hide the fear clawing at her heart. Callum stares back, confused, or perhaps reluctant to understand, because she can see the conclusion dawning in his eyes, and then the refusal to accept it.
"I don't understand—you don't mean—We're not going to leave—"
"You have to," says Opeli. "Ezran is the last of your father's bloodline. He cannot be lost to this. Neither can you, and there is no one better able to protect you both than Soren and Rayla. The four of you have to go. Now."
"Opeli—"
"I won't argue with you about this, Your Highness."
"You can't be serious—"
"I am, and you're wasting time."
"We're not leaving you!" bursts Callum. The frustration in his voice makes her heart ache: there's no other choice and he knows it as well as she. There's nothing else that can be done now. There are no more options. And yet—
"We're not leaving you," he says again, his breath heavy, his eyes damp and frustrated in the dimming light. "You, and Barius, and Corvus, and the rest of the people behind the gates. We're not—we can't—"
"You can," says Opeli gently. "The gates will hold for some time but if all else fails... Katolis can't fall tonight."
"If we leave, it will! Ezran and I—we'll have failed, and there'll be nothing left to protect—"
"Callum." Opeli offers him a smile. It's grim, and despite it all, unafraid. She swore an oath when she became High Cleric to serve the Crown, and swore another, quieter one when Ezran and the others came into her care that she would protect them in their parents' stead. Sarai and Harrow and Lissa are all gone. Viren caused this. Rayla's family abandoned her when she chose the truth and justice over petty revenge.
There has been no one to watch over them these few years but her. How can she live with herself if she didn't do what was best for them now?
"Callum," she says again. "You and Ezran are more than the Crown to me. You know this. I am not asking you to leave for the sake of it. I'm asking you to leave because I need you to be safe. You have to go now, do you understand?"
"I can't—we can't—"
"Yes, you can," says Opeli. "And you will. And you'll protect each other, and keep each other safe, and perhaps when you come back, we'll still be here—but you have to go now. Okay?"
Callum scowls. He kicks a stone across the flagstones. He rubs furiously at his eyes. Then he pulls her into his arms and hugs her tight, afraid it might be the last. "Swear to me you'll be okay."
"You know I can't do that," says Opeli, chuckling ruefully against his shoulder.
"Do it anyway," snaps Callum. "We'll—we'll go, and maybe we can get to Duren and find reinforcements in time and—swear it, Opeli."
She sighs. "I swear it," she says, even if she knows it's a promise she can't keep.
Callum tears himself away from her then and leaps over the embrasure, his wings materialising over his arms. He dives towards the keep and then he's gone and Opeli is alone on the tower bridge watching the horde come tearing towards the castle.
She takes a breath.
She swore an oath the Crown once, and then another to the boys who would have to bear it. What's one more sacrifice to keep them safe?
#goddamn#haven’t even had my coffee yet#and we’re throwing emotional gut punches#the dragon prince#happy trailer release day
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Secret & Forbidden
Summary: The world changed when Thunder fell. It’s been thirteen years and now half of Xadia is under human occupation. Lives continue to be lost and relations between elves and humans are less certain than ever. Despite it all, a human prince and a moonshadow elf find themselves falling in love. But with their people at war, what can two hearts do to stop the fighting?
Chapter Eighteen:
Rayla kept a careful eye on the older woman as they crossed paths for the first time. She, likewise, seemed to be keeping watch on the elves, but didn’t seem outwardly hostile. In fact, Rayla was surprised to see a certain aloofness about Claudia. She hummed a myriad of upbeat tunes while she worked and occasionally skipped back and forth from the carts.
She was…not what Rayla had been expecting from a daughter of a dark High Mage.
It also afforded Rayla her first unobstructed view of Claudia. Now that she wasn’t looking through a curtain, Rayla could clearly see the tall frame, distinct curves, and long, dark hair that had clearly caught Callum’s attention. Rayla chided herself. Comparing her looks to other women was something she’d never wasted time with in the past.
It was this internal dialogue that eventually distracted Rayla so thoroughly that she didn’t see when a figure ahead of her stopped suddenly to let a sunfire child run by. With her eyes still on Claudia, Rayla’s feet continued to lead her forward until she collided with the back of a crownguard.
The bags of nails she’d been carrying smacked loudly against his armor, alerting everyone within the immediate radius to her outrageous clumsiness. Her face burned hot with embarrassment as she felt pairs and pairs of eyes snap to her.
Why? Why did she always have to be such an absent-minded idiot?
“Sorry,” she said quickly to the stranger. “I should have been paying more attention.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that even Callum and the others around the planning table had paused their progress to look in her direction.
“It’s alright,” came the stranger’s voice as he turned to look at her. Much to her relief, he did not sound angry or even particularly annoyed. “I didn’t feel a thing.” He emphasized by wrapping one fist against his chest plate, the sound drawing Rayla’s gaze to him and then up to a pair of golden eyes that jolted her so hard and so suddenly that she dropped one of her bags entirely. She saw concern pass over the human’s face and his lips moved as he said something else that she didn’t hear.
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He looks so happy 😭
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LOOK AT THEM!!!!
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Sorry to bother you, but when will the next chapter of Secret and Forbidden be?
Oh, it’s not a bother at all! Unfortunately I don’t have a particular date planned just yet, but I would definitely like to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. It will get finished, I promise 😊
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#this #this right here
The Problem with Rayllum
Here is my promised salt post about my issues with how Callum and Rayla's relationship and individual characters were written in season 4. I know a lot of people really enjoyed the season, so please feel free to skip. I have no idea how long this is going to be since I intend to ramble until I've gotten all the Big Feelings off my chest. I still love the show (arc 1 will always be one of my favorite stories), and I adore these two and their precious relationship... it's one of my top two OTPs of all time. I want to see them happy, but I also want their characters done justice.
First off, a lot of my issues could potentially be resolved by what happens in season 5 onward, and I truly hope this is what happens. I want to be able to look back on season 4 and see it as part of the whole picture, even if I seriously doubt it will ever be one of my favorite seasons (right now it's for sure my least favorite). I went in with a lot of hope and faith in the writers, and I'm going to be watching season 5 with a lot more caution.
For starters, Callum. This sweet boy was dealt a devastating blow that fundamentally changed him as a person, but 4x01 makes it abundantly clear that he's still deeply in love with Rayla, to the point that he can't even be happy on his own birthday because of how achingly he misses her. When she abruptly reappears in his life, his reaction is realistic. He's cold and distant and makes it clear he does not want to talk to her. If anything, he seems annoyed that she showed up. But as he says later on, the two emotions he immediately felt were happiness and anger. We see the former at the very end of the finale, but basically none of the latter. Instead, he spends the entire season icing Rayla out, turning down her multiple attempts at getting him to talk with her. And I can't help but wonder why. Does he not want to get angry at her? Because boy, he needs to. He has EVERY RIGHT to be furious with her, for leaving him behind and never letting him know she was okay and then randomly popping up in his study in the middle of the night without so much as an apology (more on that later). This is what I expected and hoped for going into season 4... that he would snip at her for a while, leading up to a confrontation where all the Big Feelings come out. He needs to let himself be angry, to shout and scream and let out two whole years of hurt, because I'm not convinced Rayla understands just how deeply she wounded him. But instead, he just seemed... indifferent, if not mildly irritated by her, ignoring her flirtacious remarks (or icily shutting them down) and turning away her efforts at a conversation.
Speaking of Rayla... GIRL WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN AND WHY DID YOU JUST NOW DECIDE TO COME BACK!?!?! I'm honestly flabbergasted by how they approached Rayla this season. Through the Moon and "Dear Callum" were such lovingly crafted looks into her psyche, and all that just fell flat on its face. I still really loved seeing her this season, but they did not address the fallout of her decision at all, and she seemed more or less unchanged by it. In "Dear Callum," she expresses her belief that she very likely may not come back, and despite how desperately she longs to stay, she cannot return until she knows for certain that Viren is dead and therefore Callum is safe (that's another issue... she says she was after "revenge," but TTM and "Dear Callum" show that her main motivation was protecting Callum). But she never found Viren, or any proof of his demise. So why come back? Why go two whole years and then randomly decide to give up? The first words out of Callum's mouth after her name are, "Why are you here?" She offers no explanation beyond, "I came back." Girl why? What happened? Why did you change your mind, when your self-appointed mission isn't complete? Especially when, as far as I can tell, she doesn't understand that what she did was wrong. That's why, despite acknowledging that her leaving was painful for Callum, she doesn't apologize. Because in her mind, there's nothing to apologize for. She did it because she loves Callum, therefore it's right. But then again, why apologize to Ezran and not to Callum?
That's another reason I think Callum needs to fully express his anger at Rayla, not only for his own healing but to show Rayla how wrong she was, that he may be safe physically, but his heart has been shattered beyond repair. That he's no longer the same sweet, open-hearted boy she left behind entirely by her own doing. She seems to have some awareness that she tossed their relationship away ("We had something so special"), but for the most part expects to pick up where they left off, hinting at wanting to cuddle him and go on walks alone and receive his attention the way she used to (kind of strange, considering how terrified she was in her letter that he would hate her for this). Ezran even acknowledges how much she's trying to get things back to they way they were. But she can't, not without understanding the gravity of her actions. I need season 5 to demonstrate how Rayla's journey changed her, because right now it seemed to have very little impact. Again, most of this can be fixed by future seasons, if they take the time to explain just what happened to Rayla during her time alone and what motivated her to suddenly return. And I'm decently confident it will, since clearly there's going to be a lot of Moonfam drama going down.
As for the Rayllum relationship, I was initially upset that there was no romance, especially with how it was hyped up in the marketing and after reading so many wonderful fics. After sleeping on it, I realized that's not my problem with it. It makes perfect sense that they wouldn't be ready to snuggle and kiss again yet. Most of my issues stem from the points addressed above, that Callum treated her so coldly instead of telling her how he felt and that Rayla expected to resume their romance without an apology or explanation (and dang, it was painful to watch him reject her, like a knife in my heart). A lot of their interactions were just... weird, as Soren put it. She sweetly tells him he was the best thing that ever happened to her (while he sleeps), then just... leaves and doesn't show up again until that night. Why? Where'd she go? What was she doing? She didn't think it might traumatize him to leave again while he slept, right after she came back? Lucky for her it didn't... which is even more weird. Callum doesn't even acknowledge Rayla's absence, or that she ever came back at all, upon waking up. She could've left for good again. That could've been the last time he ever saw her, and he's completely unfazed. Again... so, so weird coming from the lovelorn boy in 4x01. But one thing I just can't accept, that future seasons can't smooth out, was that when push came to shove, Callum let her go. Rayla sees Viren. Her worst fear, that impossible fear that drove her to abandon Callum for two years in the first place, is realized. Viren is alive, and this time, Callum knows it too. It makes sense to me that she'd go after him... this is her chance to complete her mission, to protect Callum once and for all. What doesn't make since, what I seriously doubt ever will, is that Callum lets her. This time, he knows she's right. He saw Viren with his own eyes! She's not chasing after a ghost, but a very real and very much alive dark mage who she nearly died fighting before. Yes, I think he was right to give her his blessing to fulfill her mission, but not in letting her go alone. Without him. He just got her back after two years! Two years of not knowing if she was dead or alive! Two years of misery and pining and feeling like his heart had been torn from his chest, and he just lets her do it again! This was his chance to prove to her that she was wrong, that they're stronger together, that they always have been. That she can't keep leaving him and breaking his heart, even if she thinks it's what's best for him. Particularly when there's a very good chance she could die. Callum has always called her out on her self-sacrificing tendencies in the past, but this time, when it matters most, nope. He lets her go without any argument. And then, he breaks down and sobs over her blade, believing she died in her efforts. Which was very sweet of course, and a much-need reassurance of the depths of his devotion to her, but honey??? You let her go, you let her run off alone to what would've been an impossible battle. What did you expect? I fear that had Rayla not gotten the coins, she would've continued chasing Viren and company instead of returning to the group, making it all for nothing. She's right back where she started.
There you have it. Most if not all of my salt over Rayllum in season 4. Thankfully, the season ended with Rayla wrapped in Callum's arms again, and the implication that he's ready to talk to her. But as much as I ravenously desire them to get back to the sweet, romantic, pitifully-in-love couple they were before, I need them to TALK. I need it to happen ON-SCREEN. I need Callum to vent all that heartache and betrayal, and I need Rayla to apologize, really apologize, and assure him that whatever they have to face in the future, they will face it together. I don't want Callum to forgive her while she thinks there's nothing to forgive, I don't want him trapped in an endless loop of abandonment and heartbreak, and I don't want Rayla left pining after the love of the man she's so hopelessly devoted to while he lets unspoken emotions continue to fester.
Let Callum voice his hurt. Let Rayla own up to her mistakes. Let them talk. Let them work through all the pain between them. Let them save each other's hearts and grow back into the precious love they've found. Please do my Rayllum right again.
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Secret & Forbidden
Summary: The world changed when Thunder fell. It’s been thirteen years and now half of Xadia is under human occupation. Lives continue to be lost and relations between elves and humans are less certain than ever. Despite it all, a human prince and a moonshadow elf find themselves falling in love. But with their people at war, what can two hearts do to stop the fighting?
Chapter Seventeen:
It wasn’t until late the following afternoon that Harrow felt rested enough to summon Callum to his study to discuss the reconstruction project, and much to his chagrin, when he pulled open the door, he found Lord Viren in attendance as well. He gave a slight bow as Callum entered before they both took a seat in the plush armchairs facing Harrow’s desk.
“We’ve been discussing your plan,” Harrow said. “And I believe Viren has come up with a very reasonable compromise to my safety concerns.”
“Dad, I already told you, I’ll be fine. I –”
Harrow raised a hand. “I trust you, son, I do. But I also can’t ignore the fact that, somehow, at least one elf made it onto the grounds last night. It’s my job to do everything in my power to keep you and your brother safe. Which is why Viren has volunteered Claudia to join you in Tenebris as protection.”
Callum’s jaw went slack. “No, Dad, Claudia hates the elves. She doesn’t want to help them; she told me as much the other day.”
“I have spoken to Claudia about her distrust,” Viren interjected smoothly. “While she remains skeptical, as many of us do, she understands and appreciates this project’s importance to you, Prince Callum. I can assure she will be on her best behavior.”
Somehow Callum doubted that.
“I also understand that this arrangement may be…awkward, given recent events,” continued Harrow. “But if these assassins are communicating through cloaked magic, it’s important for you to have a mage close by. And since I need Viren here, Claudia is the only option.” He looked genuine in his sympathy but, nevertheless, Callum knew there would be no arguing the matter. The decision had clearly been made.
“How soon can we go?” He asked instead.
Full chapter up now on Ao3
#secret&forbidden#rayllum#callum and rayla#the dragon prince#tdp#it didn't take me nine months to update this time#fanfic
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