[u][i][b]4 Years ago, Alfheim. The Eternal Seasons Palace.[/b][/i][/u]


"Rune. Why do wish to leave for the mortal realm so badly?" The King asked him, leaning forward in his massive oaken throne. Once, they had both despised the way that throne represented missuse of power. But the King of the Isalfar and Alfheim seemed to favor it these days. It made Johan sick to his gut. 

“Because the King I love, the man i love see my love as a plaything. Because while I can never be sure whether or not my feelings are ever going to reciprocated by you.  When I first met you, I found I was moved by your drive to bring peace to the realms. Now look at you. YOu wear the fancy clothes and jewelry of kings past..”

“You would talk this way to me, your King?”

“I would tell you off if you were the god of all creation, you knew this when you took me as a champion!” Johan all but roared in the face of one of the most powerful Fae alive. His face was red with anger. “EXECUTIONS?! ON THE ROYAL SQUARE? I AM YOUR CHAMPION, NOT YOUR BLOODY EXECUTIONER.” 

“They question the Winter Crown, and we had evidence they plotted to assassinate the human champion, that is to say you.” Neuvan said loftily, shooting a dazzling smile at Johan. “I did it to protect you, and me.”

“Then you present the evidence in a trial. You do not drag them out and drive cold iron spikes into their temples without due process.” Johan snapped. He could hear the screams. “Even I offered the frost giants mercy if they lay down their weapons.” 

“Due Process? I am the king, This is not a democracy. My kind is not like yours, Fae are incapable of organization under anything other then a fist. The Skogsalvar sit in their damn forests, crying fowl if we as much as touch a tree. The Ijusalfar won’t shut up about their all important magical library and don’t get me start on the Mörkalfar. If I were to give every backstabber a trial, I would have no time left to RULE.”

“You are not the man I love. You have let that crown destroy that man.”   Johan spoke in a low hiss. “You are just another petty tyrant.”  That got a rise out of his beloved King. Neuvans eyes had a dark storm behind them as he rose to his feet. The two stared at one another, either refusing to budge before Nêuvan sighed and leaned back into his throne. 

His eyes seeming unfocused, he spoke. “Very well, Johan. I shall grant you your wish. Go be my eyes and ears in the world of mortals, police those of mine who would make that realm their home and keep them in bay so that we may avoid conflict with your kind. You are bond between me and Midgard, you act on my authority and with my blessing.”

Johan simmered but nodded quietly and took a knee. “In your name, I shall keep your subjects safe and bring them to justice should they violate the royal decrees of secrecy. “ He glanced up at Neuvan who simply looked away, that faraway look in his eyes still.

“Go forth.” The king said. Johan left without another word, shoving one of the royal guards to the floor when he didn’t get out of way fast enough.  His eyes were red with tears, and he felt them trickle down his face as he moved towards the closest gate. By the time he reached the gate, he was shaking. His fist impacted the wood with enough force that he felt a knuckle crack. “Fucking Elves” He all but sobbed.