[Changeling IC] Time's Wings: Dark Omens

[Elanorin]

Edmund sat amongst his own kind, breathing deeply. In. And out. In. And out. In. And out. An individual less experienced with wrangling wayward princes might think him asleep, but Lily would know. Oh, she would know.

He cracked open one eye to look up at her. "By all means; no need to stand on my account."

And he even made resignation sound gracious and lordly. The unimaginable gall of him.

"Get."

"Up."