the baffled king composing hallelujah
"Then I'll see what I can do." Oblivious, of course, to the possessiveness and jealousy that lurked in his daughter's bones (and how alike her parents she is, for that vice), Ronin is content to make his plans and let the world stream away below them. Seren is a gentle, warm weight against his side, and without the pressures of Stormbreak or gods or war on the immediate horizon for the next couple of days, it's easy to relax.
"Mm?" He considers her question for a moment before flashing her a grin. "I would be taking us to all of Stormbreak's best restaurants and bars. Torchline, too. We'd take a trip there on a skyboat and you could try a bunch of cocktails. I'd have to make sure to tuck you into bed back at the barracks when we got home, make sure you got home safe."
"Mm?" He considers her question for a moment before flashing her a grin. "I would be taking us to all of Stormbreak's best restaurants and bars. Torchline, too. We'd take a trip there on a skyboat and you could try a bunch of cocktails. I'd have to make sure to tuck you into bed back at the barracks when we got home, make sure you got home safe."
