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As angry as Ronin might have been, the ex-captain's ire was not normally so easily directed towards the alchemist. Even before they were together, Ronin funneled his aggression at other things. Never at Remi. Vaguely the alchemist's hands twitched, wanting to reach for something in his pocket. To write. To record.

With kind eyes, Remi watched the various blows made against the defenseless (and headless) dummy, biting the inside of his lip quite hard as mentioned he was King. They hadn't talked about it before, not really. Remi had never once questioned that Ronin was the best one for the role, but that didn't necessarily mean he wished it upon his husband either.

"Punished?" Remi almost laughed, the sound coming out with a far rougher edge that the alchemist intended. Had he hackles, they might have raised. Instead it was merely feathers than temporarily fanned through his curls. Slowly he shook his head. As if he would ever let that happen.

As for Wessex? "I do not know. If she knows about the outcome of the vote, I would think her happy with how things played themselves out." He said with a mild shrug, surprised to hear that it was the ascended giving Ronin grief, and not the Launceleyn.

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