The rose snapped, and Safrin's voice with it. It gave Hadama pause and he bowed his head in quiet acceptance. Whatever his reasons, her disapproval was clear. He had learned of consequences, and of the dangers of pledging his fealty to her if his loyalties were divided.
But his loyalty was to her and to Torchline, no other, and he was her King there.
"Fully yours," he confirmed gravely, unaware of the paths her thoughts now trod and the Warden's name within them. A man he had met only once, though the Sword's wife was his dearest friend. His intentions to seek out the man had shattered beneath the weight of Starfall and the tasks of rebuilding Torchline that had consumed him since; his personal ambitions set aside in favor of the welfare of his people. "However you would accept my service." As her demigod, or in whatever other capacity she would allow him to continue serving her.
But his loyalty was to her and to Torchline, no other, and he was her King there.
"Fully yours," he confirmed gravely, unaware of the paths her thoughts now trod and the Warden's name within them. A man he had met only once, though the Sword's wife was his dearest friend. His intentions to seek out the man had shattered beneath the weight of Starfall and the tasks of rebuilding Torchline that had consumed him since; his personal ambitions set aside in favor of the welfare of his people. "However you would accept my service." As her demigod, or in whatever other capacity she would allow him to continue serving her.
