Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Diplomacy was not an area that Liam had ever considered for himself. He was a soldier, not a politician, after all. He was made for shouting orders in battle, fighting to the death if that was what it took. That stubbornness and tenacity had never been something that made him feel particularly attuned to ruling, although he supposed that it would be helpful enough, if he went down the path he thought they were uncovering.
But did he want to? It was true that he wanted to help the Greatwood. He wanted to see his region prosper in more ways than one. Was that all that it took in the end? A desire for better and a willingness to try?
He listened to Maea’s story, his eyes unreadable. ”Did you learn from it?” he asked, watching her. It was one thing to make a mistake once, and another entirely to allow it to rule one’s life forevermore. ”You wanted a fresh start, right? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, of course. But I think we all make mistakes, and it’s what we do after that matters more than the original mishap.”
But did he want to? It was true that he wanted to help the Greatwood. He wanted to see his region prosper in more ways than one. Was that all that it took in the end? A desire for better and a willingness to try?
He listened to Maea’s story, his eyes unreadable. ”Did you learn from it?” he asked, watching her. It was one thing to make a mistake once, and another entirely to allow it to rule one’s life forevermore. ”You wanted a fresh start, right? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, of course. But I think we all make mistakes, and it’s what we do after that matters more than the original mishap.”
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
