[ in a manner that leaves children at the mercy of the warmongering regent and men like him. but gideon herself is not much different from his own men — laurent keeps his household separate from the regent's, wears his own colors, and they answer to him only. the division among the court has reached historic levels. this never would have happened under auguste's leadership. ]
You're good with a sword. So at least you have that. [ in the absence of this compelling necromancy ability. his eyes cut to her once more when she belabors the point of the absence of her partner. this one is not gifted at hiding her emotions, clearly, even away from the bewitching projector. ] If you breed with a necromancer, will you spawn a gifted child?
[ laurent goes very still at the question, the prickle of a childlike fantasy needling at his side. once, he believed in his uncle. a part of him still does believe that, despite everything, his uncle will not deliver the killing blow. he still hasn't been able to fully crush that naive part of him that trusts the only family he has left. ]
To declare himself King in my stead would be an act of war. [ and now that laurent is gone, he has no doubt of the path the regent will take. a false king staking his claim, leading vere into the same age-old war that took his brother's life. no one will fight for him in his absence. he has failed to gather even a single ally. ] But he is my uncle. He knows his duty.
[ it's both a truth and a lie, twisted up in his throat. he must still be bewitched as well.
because he was forced unwillingly to feel vulnerable: ]
no subject
I would not lead the kingdom in such a manner.
[ in a manner that leaves children at the mercy of the warmongering regent and men like him. but gideon herself is not much different from his own men — laurent keeps his household separate from the regent's, wears his own colors, and they answer to him only. the division among the court has reached historic levels. this never would have happened under auguste's leadership. ]
You're good with a sword. So at least you have that. [ in the absence of this compelling necromancy ability. his eyes cut to her once more when she belabors the point of the absence of her partner. this one is not gifted at hiding her emotions, clearly, even away from the bewitching projector. ] If you breed with a necromancer, will you spawn a gifted child?
[ laurent goes very still at the question, the prickle of a childlike fantasy needling at his side. once, he believed in his uncle. a part of him still does believe that, despite everything, his uncle will not deliver the killing blow. he still hasn't been able to fully crush that naive part of him that trusts the only family he has left. ]
To declare himself King in my stead would be an act of war. [ and now that laurent is gone, he has no doubt of the path the regent will take. a false king staking his claim, leading vere into the same age-old war that took his brother's life. no one will fight for him in his absence. he has failed to gather even a single ally. ] But he is my uncle. He knows his duty.
[ it's both a truth and a lie, twisted up in his throat. he must still be bewitched as well.
because he was forced unwillingly to feel vulnerable: ]
You feel strongly about your partner. Her name?