Morgan
I will not be told where to stand
I will not be told what to say
He couldn't even use delirium as an excuse. He'd been sane for enough time to give it away.
She had been determined to be quiet and patient, to wait and see what happened (hoping Remi didn't make this violent, as his letter as hinted); but as she came into her hall to see Remi and Ronin outside the door like children waiting outside a headmaster's office, immediately knew what it would be about, something in her snapped. Maybe it was embarrassment, that one of her councilmen was causing such an issue. Maybe it was upset that Neron was still sick. Regardless, she stormed to the door and opened it, determined not to leave until this matter was sorted.
As Morgan entered she heard Amalia's last sentence; while she would find out soon enough they were on different sides in this, she nodded. "Yes, Loren. I'm here for the same thing. You and I will be talking about why you haven't given it up sooner."
Not by you
Not by anyone tonight
Not by anyone tonight