Sitting alone in his dining quarters, Oisin barely touches his breakfast. He isn’t the sight of a recently coronated king. Fionn prances in. Wide smiles. Oisin smiles back, glad to see a friendly face.
“I know that staggered walk,” Oisin says in a suspiciously teasing tone. Fionn makes innocent eyes, giving no indication of what Oisin is implying. But met with a humourous frown from Oisin, Fionn isn"t getting off that easy.
“I"m taking breakfast in the grand hall,” Fionn says.
Oisin looks heavenward and sighs. “Less than a week back, and you"re already flaunting.” Now that he’s been coronated, a sense of security rests upon him knowing, be it fact or fantasy, that Fionn poses less of a threat each day that goes by. Fionn mocks his brother"s baggy eyes and Oisin welcomes him to the stres
