Chapter 533: The Usurper
Grabbing hold of the strange cloak of flowers, Feli brushed her hand across its white petals, before wrapping Blossom over her husband’s shoulders. She stared at Stryg’s reflection in the mirror in front of them. He seemed so different from the wide-eyed goblin she had first met in the Merry Crescent three years ago. He was hardly recognizable, save for his lilac eyes; they still seemed to draw her in if she stared too long.
Some part of her mourned the loss of the small Sylvan goblin who had walked into her life. Now he was even a tad taller than her and whatever starry-eyed innocence he once carried had been buried by a mountain of grim responsibility. Though she supposed he was always like that. Always taking on more responsibility than he had to.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“...Nothing.” Feli leaned her head on his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. “It’s just— you’ve grown…”
“Do you not like it?” he asked softly.
“Your height never bothered me, Stryg. Your ego on the other hand…”
“I don’t have an ego.”
“Everyone has an ego. Yours is just hidden behind a quiet pretty face and only comes out with a pair of fangs and claws.”
“Huh.”