RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Ronin should have said something sooner, about Edrei. That was his fault and he accepted the blame firmly on his shoulders - and when he had invited his fellow ruler to the Rathskellar, he had said so in his note. A note which paraphrased, roughly, to I fucked up and I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional, shall we discuss what happens next?
And why the Rathskellar? Well, with Ronin's temper as volatile as it had been lately, and with the way he and Wessex seemed to stoke the fire beneath the other at a moment's notice, a public face seemed more responsible. Especially given what Ronin had also just learned about the sickness that was withering him from the inside, and its connection to the Voice.
Not that he intended to spread it around - it just felt like there would be less fireworks this way. So the reluctant king sat in the corner of the ownerless tavern with his drink in hand, seeming wearier and more unsettled than ever. His free hand trembled until he clenched his fist to keep it still, and the pale dragon on his shoulder chirped her sympathy, nosing into his ear.
And why the Rathskellar? Well, with Ronin's temper as volatile as it had been lately, and with the way he and Wessex seemed to stoke the fire beneath the other at a moment's notice, a public face seemed more responsible. Especially given what Ronin had also just learned about the sickness that was withering him from the inside, and its connection to the Voice.
Not that he intended to spread it around - it just felt like there would be less fireworks this way. So the reluctant king sat in the corner of the ownerless tavern with his drink in hand, seeming wearier and more unsettled than ever. His free hand trembled until he clenched his fist to keep it still, and the pale dragon on his shoulder chirped her sympathy, nosing into his ear.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
