Your move

"Remi..." Ronin frowned gently, squeezing the alchemist's hand before letting it go so he could satisfy himself that Aoife was alright. The baby burbled at him sleepily, sighing at the welcome and familiar touch to her cheek before she snuggled back into her father's chest, content to nap. "Remi, if you couldn't kill her and free Ianto... why do you think Zariah would be able to?" Because, he had no doubt, she was blueblooded and it was all too easy for Remi to fall back into his role as commoner. Hearing the other man out, Ronin's expression grew very stormy indeed. "They've proclaimed her queen, you know," he muttered. "A group of followers of hers. And I think you might have just fashioned her with a fortress that she can rule from." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving