the baffled king composing hallelujah
His decision made, his mind set. It wouldn’t surprise him if Wessex already knew what he was going to say - one could make all the excuses in the world; recovery from the blight, Deepfrost and its fresh rending of the trauma of last LongNight... But the bottom line was that Wessex had been ruling where Ronin had not. And for a former captain, that stung like heck to realise he had not been good enough this time.
His footsteps crunched in the snow as he walked through the glade, a basket of his own slung over his shoulder. Spotting Wessex, he spared the greeting and merely moved to kneel with her, beginning to pull at the snow moss from the places that her methodical hands could not quite reach.
Bundled against the cold and very much alive with emotion, the two could not have been more opposite. ”I know you invited me here, but I need to say something first,” he murmured, voice muffled against his scarf. ”I’m going to step down from my post. I hope you don’t consider it abandoning you, given that I haven’t been particularly present in some time. I get it though, if you’re angry.”
His footsteps crunched in the snow as he walked through the glade, a basket of his own slung over his shoulder. Spotting Wessex, he spared the greeting and merely moved to kneel with her, beginning to pull at the snow moss from the places that her methodical hands could not quite reach.
Bundled against the cold and very much alive with emotion, the two could not have been more opposite. ”I know you invited me here, but I need to say something first,” he murmured, voice muffled against his scarf. ”I’m going to step down from my post. I hope you don’t consider it abandoning you, given that I haven’t been particularly present in some time. I get it though, if you’re angry.”
