Mid-Air Murder

“Slow down, you madman!” I yell, gusts of wind drowning out my voice. My arms are wrapped around Conall’s waist in a vice grip as he swerves and barrel rolls and soars through the air like some kind of rabid eagle, the speckles of white in his brown-feathered wings reflecting the sun’s rays like fresh snow—a rare occurrence in my Kingdom, snow. Too warm and humid. But the Spring Kingdom is not missing out on much; we can see the endless blizzard of the Winter Kingdom from our vantage points quite easily.

 “Little Princess can’t bear to have some fun?” He chuckles. _He chuckles_. This—this…sadistic piece of bird shit! He calles this fun? I ought to execute him myself if I’m still alive after we land. If we land.

 “I’m going to puke.” I groan, my breath hitching and my heart skipping multiple beats as he quickly changes directions through the forested mountains.

  “Don’t do it on me.” He swerves right, “Or I’ll drop you.” Conall barrel rolls through an opening in the canopy, shooting upwards before ceasing the flapping of his wings, falling down to the ground headfirst with me tightly holding onto his torso. I only close my eyes, bracing for impact, but it never happens. For a moment, I believe that I’ve already died, quickly and painlessly. But when I open my eyes, I see Conall, smirking like a childish fool, hovering on the ground.

 I slap his chest. Hard. But he only laughs, feigning injury.

 “You were trying to kill me! I’d have less than a mind to not charge you for treas—“ He puts a finger to my lips, sage eyes glimmering with content. Or contempt. Either way, I am more than enraged.

 “But I didn’t send you to the Otherworld.” He pulls his hand away from my face, “Only scared you half to it.” He shrugs, dropping our forms gently to the soil.

 “The concept is the same, you feral sparrow.”

 “Feral sparrow? Your insults are getting better.”

 “They were always this good!” I snap, “You just weren’t worth my wit, before this…” I wave my hand, broadly referencing the flying we partook in, “…attempted murder.”

 He sighs, rolling his eyes and wrapping his biceps around my waist, scooping me up.

 “Hm. Whatever you say, your Majesty.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Let’s get you home before the King thinks we’ve eloped.”

  This bastard. I ought to marry him.

A/N:

how do i start and end stuff w/o help-

also titles r so hard this one feels so childish but i didnt know what else to put other than ‘untitled thingamajig” 💀 so if any of y’all have advice SPILL THAT STUFF DON’T GATEKEEP PLEASE 🙇‍♀️

also this is my first prompt writing thing so like pls don’t attack me 😭🙏

i’m scared of online ppl so this is taking a lot of courage

and in my head it’s a whole world w lore n history n stuff that i haven’t fleshed out fully so if u don’t get smth chances are i don’t either 🤷‍♀️

and erm 🤓 pls be honest and lengthy w the critism bc if u don’t point out everything i’ve done wrong, a 15 page essay on a step by step procedure on how to fix it, and a kendrick lamar diss track (/j) i’ll lowk not know what to do 😛‼️

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