playing house

Abasi

Grace is just weakness

While Abasi did not necessarily disagree with Loren's words, he wasn't one to wax about the right thing to do for too long, at least not when he had nothing to tell anyone off for.

He found Loren odd - that he could speak so much about hypothetical good and evil, but when it came to his own King, the man he was meant to follow and trust in, he had little to say. Only that he survived. Still, those two words were enough to give Abasi an impression of this King; a man that still breathed yet could not help his people did not deserve to rule them.

Zariah...he looked over the room, wondering if there were any lingering remnants of the woman's power left woven into the fabric of the bedding or sitting in the air. He couldn't feel anything in particular. "Fine. Though if your cousin was Queen, why is her child or yourself not the ruler now?"

The bedroom he was taken to next was odd in it's contrasts: the luxurious decor and wonderful costumes clearly unloved and unworn. Abasi walked in and looked about for a little, feeling the texture of the bed and inspecting the outfits, before he turned to see Loren staring at himself in the mirror. He approached and softly, almost kindly, asked: "Would you still like me to use the make up on you?"

Or so I've been told