take control of the day-to-day operations of things while I try and sort this out. Worst-case scenario this is going to be your job now. There is no other warrior to whom I would trust Gwen’s safety. You already know almost as much about my job as I do. While I prefer you get eased into it, it seems that is not what fate has in store for us."
Raider stopped pacing and watched Viking. His expression a mix of worry and sorrow. He wasn't a very emotional person. But it was clear that Raider didn't like the idea of losing Viking to the Maddening. He probably wouldn't say it out right but Viking knew it to be true. After a moment his second-in-command simply nodded.
Viking then looked to Poet. "I need you to try and not cause problems for a while. Raider is going to need someone who knows the ropes to back him up on things. So worst-case scenario you're going to have to be less difficult as he settles in to his new role. Best-case scenario you just have to be on good behavior for a couple days. I'm well aware of the fact that won't kill you."
Poet’s smile didn't quite reach his eyes. There was a seriousness there Viking knew not everyone always noticed. Poet lived a very long time. Viking got the impression that his nonchalance and his joking demeanor was only a recent addition to Poet's personality. Which is probably why he overused it so much.
Poet leaned forward on the couch. "Of course. But I do not think you should count yourself out as of yet. Unlike our dear King you are not going to do in yourself due to chivalry. You're much too intelligent for that. I have more faith in you mating your woman than I would have Cesar mating anyone other than our Gwen. Any woman less determined and he would've been screwed." With that Poet stood up and smiled again for beat before walking past Raider out of the apartment.
Viking had no idea where he'd gone. Probably, knowing Poet, he could've gone right back down to the store. He was little surprised by the other man's confidence in him. He was touched by it and confused by it all the same time. It was not like Poet to be outwardly encouraging or emotional in any way. He looked at his second-in-command whose expression said he was just as thrown off by Poet statement as Viking.
"Certainly a little bit strange. Tell me Viking, what exactly is your game plan?" Raider looked at him expectantly
Viking sighed. "I don't actually have one. The farthest my thought process has gotten is to use the internet to find her shop and then go there and strike up a conversation with her. That is literally as far as I have gotten. Although, I know that I probably will not be able to reach her shop until the morning. Sure I could probably bribe Carter to look up her home address but I can't imagine showing up at her doorstep would work in my favor."
"No, probably not." Raider frowned.
Viking rubbed his forehead. He would spend the rest of this evening doing his usual work. It would be difficult but there was not much he could do in the meantime. Then, later tonight he would check into the store Poet claim she owned. First thing in the morning he would head to the shop and introduce himself properly. He would offer to take her to coffee or some such thing. If there was anything he learned from Gwen it was that women in this area loved their coffee. At least marginally relieved that he had a plan Viking took a deep breath and stood up.
"Okay well, there isn't a whole lot I can do right now. So we will spend the night getting things done and getting you caught up on what might need to be done over the next few days. Then first thing in the morning I will go about wooing this woman named Mia.
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Gwen called about an hour after he had spoken to her to let them know she was catching a redeye from Montana. Cesar had to yank the phone from her hand to let Viking know Gwen was traveling alone and that he demanded at least one Warrior be there to pick her up from the airport. When Poet heard this
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