Not all the water in the rough rude sea,
Emund flushed slightly, "I don't think Lady Safrin loves me. I think she more so accepts me because of my mum." If his goddess actually fond of him personally, the young Abandoned might just pass out. "If she made me prince, I would wear title with pride." But the chances of that were slim to none. He'd never heard of such a thing happening. Why would he be the exception?
"She really wasn't." Not that Edmund blamed his mum. He had no doubt that the war was already in full swing. He just hoped that she'd be safe. She had his uncles to watch over her so Edmund had faith in her safe return.
The mention of a game made the young teen perk up, happy for the distraction. "You're on!" He challenged his cousin before starting their game and making a running jump onto the nearest roof.
"She really wasn't." Not that Edmund blamed his mum. He had no doubt that the war was already in full swing. He just hoped that she'd be safe. She had his uncles to watch over her so Edmund had faith in her safe return.
The mention of a game made the young teen perk up, happy for the distraction. "You're on!" He challenged his cousin before starting their game and making a running jump onto the nearest roof.
Edmund Ansel the Prince of Torchline
can wash the balm of an annoited king
