RONIN
the white knight
"That's sweet of you," Ronin says with a warm smile. "And yet another reason why you make a good leader. Not many people would check in with their citizens like that, whether or not you also happen to be friends." He's sure Melita will be happy enough causing chaos along the coastlines without the extra pressure of a political position, anyway.
As for the jail cells, the Knight scoffs and, now that their pinky promise is sealed, he shrugs his shoulders airily. "Shall I add an inspection of them to my to-do list?" he asks, his lofty tone entirely ruined by the smile in his voice. "I can also make sure finding places to go out for lunch is on my regular agenda, for the record." Because the gods know Ronin Taliesin could write a book on the best places to eat in Torchline, advisor to the queen or not.
Settling back into his seat on the couch, his eyebrows raise at the immediate allocation of an official task, but whatever quiet seriousness had been settling over him breaks once more into humour when he gets the details. "Oh, I see. I've been your advisor for one minute and you're already demanding I break my husband's heart." He sighs dramatically. "Very well. You're right, anyway. Having one of us on board is almost exactly like having us both."
Tipping his head across to the desk and its masses of paperwork, when he speaks next, it is with actual work on his mind, however. "If there's any of that you want to give me, I'm happy to look it over. Just let me know the ropes beforehand if I'm telling a lot of people no." He grins. "Do you have any big plans for Torchline this year?"
As for the jail cells, the Knight scoffs and, now that their pinky promise is sealed, he shrugs his shoulders airily. "Shall I add an inspection of them to my to-do list?" he asks, his lofty tone entirely ruined by the smile in his voice. "I can also make sure finding places to go out for lunch is on my regular agenda, for the record." Because the gods know Ronin Taliesin could write a book on the best places to eat in Torchline, advisor to the queen or not.
Settling back into his seat on the couch, his eyebrows raise at the immediate allocation of an official task, but whatever quiet seriousness had been settling over him breaks once more into humour when he gets the details. "Oh, I see. I've been your advisor for one minute and you're already demanding I break my husband's heart." He sighs dramatically. "Very well. You're right, anyway. Having one of us on board is almost exactly like having us both."
Tipping his head across to the desk and its masses of paperwork, when he speaks next, it is with actual work on his mind, however. "If there's any of that you want to give me, I'm happy to look it over. Just let me know the ropes beforehand if I'm telling a lot of people no." He grins. "Do you have any big plans for Torchline this year?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
