"To not even give us a proper honeymoon after the last three days would make me wonder why they did not ask for Guardians sooner." Ashok would not say his idea of sleeping in was kin to what some might consider normal, but the sun had not even risen in the sky yet. "Unless they need daytime work from us. I was not told very much about the place."
Ashok hated being seen as weak or not in control, the mark of stone proclaimed it to all who saw it. His destiny had been written with the death of his great-grandfather as the Guardian passed on the trait far late into Ashok's life. They were still young by Fae standards, but he had been helping his sister follow her rightful path, not the expected one- and he thought that his own was to do so for his siblings and no one else.
With a sigh, he picked at the fruits first. "I've had this for a decade, since... the whole thing happened."