yet my blood renders me a King
Sah’s smile grew at the unexpected praise, “Thank you.” He had done his damn best and it was validating for it to be acknowledged. He watched as Safrin gathered up the items, curious as to see her work. Her question however caught him off guard and the Abandoned’s eyes widened.
Sah considered her words carefully. An oath of loyalty was no small thing. At least, not for him. Once given, it was eternal for the Outlander. The only way he’d ever break it was upon betrayal or if the one sworn too should fall. He considered Mort’s warmth and similar views for a moment, as the God of Death was the only other deity he had felt a personal connection to. But comfort in death was not what he needed. At least, hopefully not for a long time.
No. Sah needed to survive. To thrive so that he could protect what he loved. What was his. And Safrin had already helped him to do so. So yes, he would be hers. A part of his heart would always belong to the fallen goddess of his home world, Mune. But the Outlander had grown to understand that what happened before was over, irrelevant at times. As such, he felt at peace with himself in swearing to the Goddess before him.
Taking a breath, Sah nodded, looking up to meet Safrin’s eyes with determination. Yes." But that wasn’t a proper oath or pledge, was it? At least, not to him. Safrin deserved better than that too.
“I swear my loyalty to you, Safrin. In whatever capacity you need or want of me, I am yours. For eternity, life or death, my loyalty is yours. I swear it upon my life and soul, and everything that I am or will be. I am yours.” Sah spoke the words solemnly, meaning every part of the oath. His eyes never left hers, the display of power she was showing not even registering. It was irrelevant. One did not make a true oath out of greed or lust for power. And it was no such motives that drew Sah to make his.
Sah considered her words carefully. An oath of loyalty was no small thing. At least, not for him. Once given, it was eternal for the Outlander. The only way he’d ever break it was upon betrayal or if the one sworn too should fall. He considered Mort’s warmth and similar views for a moment, as the God of Death was the only other deity he had felt a personal connection to. But comfort in death was not what he needed. At least, hopefully not for a long time.
No. Sah needed to survive. To thrive so that he could protect what he loved. What was his. And Safrin had already helped him to do so. So yes, he would be hers. A part of his heart would always belong to the fallen goddess of his home world, Mune. But the Outlander had grown to understand that what happened before was over, irrelevant at times. As such, he felt at peace with himself in swearing to the Goddess before him.
Taking a breath, Sah nodded, looking up to meet Safrin’s eyes with determination. Yes." But that wasn’t a proper oath or pledge, was it? At least, not to him. Safrin deserved better than that too.
“I swear my loyalty to you, Safrin. In whatever capacity you need or want of me, I am yours. For eternity, life or death, my loyalty is yours. I swear it upon my life and soul, and everything that I am or will be. I am yours.” Sah spoke the words solemnly, meaning every part of the oath. His eyes never left hers, the display of power she was showing not even registering. It was irrelevant. One did not make a true oath out of greed or lust for power. And it was no such motives that drew Sah to make his.
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