This fandom is the reason I started reading fanfiction nearly five years ago, something was due. I know Kel's eyes are hazel but hazel always seems more green to me. :)

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Choice

When he stumbles out of the Chamber, he feels like he can finally breathe again. He takes a shaky breath and sees Yuki, but his eyes skim over her. Neal wanted – needed – someone else. He sees her in the back of the crowd: her face smooth, hands clenching the fabric of her clothes.

He moves towards her, and Neal can feel the crowd around him surge away until he reaches her. He is closer to her than he has been for years. He can feel the heat radiate off her and it's the warmest he has ever felt.

She stares at him with her knowing hazel eyes. Neal can feel her move and before he knows it she's holding him along with his father. He holds her tightly, afraid she'll leave before he can speak.

Treason

"Son, a man hardly commits treason for a woman he does not love." Baird tells Neal quietly, their green Gift sparkling as they worked together in the new infirmary.

"I know," Neal says. He doesn't look up when he feels his father's sharp eyes on him or when the man he is healing gasps in surprise. Merric would keep a secret if he ever wanted Neal to heal him without causing him pain ever again.

"Then I have my answer," Baird says quietly. The older man is silently working by his son once more. Neal wondered what answer that was, but he kept silence out of fear. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what his father saw in him.

Ornaments

Kel grew out her hair.

Neal likes the change. It makes her look softer but like most women warriors it was for a purpose. The golden griffin feathers are held in place by beads while the rest is held back by a braid.

Neal wonders what she looks like when it's down.

He also wonders if he'll ever find out.

Humors

The kiss she gives him is an accident, similar to the first time he called her love. Neal hadn't meant to say it, but it had been lingering in his mind for weeks to say anything at all. Her kiss is like that. He is glad the Gods decided to humor him this once.

Heir

His son has the Gift.

It is the green of all Queenscoves. But his son's eyes are different. They aren't the haunting green eyes that have been passed down for eight generations. They're the eyes of the boy's mother, Kel. Still green, but something more.

It was her, the mother of his son and his wife.

Happiness

Neal loves feeling the sunshine on his skin while he watches his wife teach his son how to read her monster of a gelding whom is still as mean, but more slower and softer on his feet than Neal's own mare. Kel's hazel-green eyes catch his for a brief moment before she smiles.

And he has never been happier.