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Keep your cool, Captain.
Oh, but wouldn't it be so easy to not?
Ronin's fists were clenched at his sides, his shoulders squared, his chin up. Beside and around him stood his friends and his loved ones, and he felt his heart leap into his chest asEmmett spoke up first, followed by Jigano. He winced internally, glad only that they had not been subject to an act of violence by their would-be monarch.
Keep your cool.
Zariah was not his queen. She was queen of nothing, in his humble opinion, but it had already been made quite clear that she would not entertain anything outside of her purpose for this little audience. And so, as it had been in Northaven, so would it be in the Hollowed Grounds. And Ronin would have to play the game to have a chance at winning.
So he would keep his cool - and if she threatened his daughter again he would kill her with his bare fucking hands - and ask his questions.
That didn't mean he had to be nice about it though.
"I know you already, Zariah," he called, stepping forward. "I was a Captain of the Storm Guard in Northaven. Your captain, if you remember well enough. I have to ask why, in the creation of your own army, that you excluded your own sex? Did you not think yourself much of a soldier in the guard?" He frowned.
"Furthermore, what happens now? You have had us enlist. What of those too old or too infirm? What of those who do not wish to fight? What happens to them? And for those who did enlist, have you ranks for us? Divisions, troops? A training plan for those who have no experience?" Ronin couldn't fight Zariah in her court - he was not well versed enough in it for that. But in military matters? He was ready.
Oh, but wouldn't it be so easy to not?
Ronin's fists were clenched at his sides, his shoulders squared, his chin up. Beside and around him stood his friends and his loved ones, and he felt his heart leap into his chest as
Keep your cool.
Zariah was not his queen. She was queen of nothing, in his humble opinion, but it had already been made quite clear that she would not entertain anything outside of her purpose for this little audience. And so, as it had been in Northaven, so would it be in the Hollowed Grounds. And Ronin would have to play the game to have a chance at winning.
So he would keep his cool - and if she threatened his daughter again he would kill her with his bare fucking hands - and ask his questions.
That didn't mean he had to be nice about it though.
"I know you already, Zariah," he called, stepping forward. "I was a Captain of the Storm Guard in Northaven. Your captain, if you remember well enough. I have to ask why, in the creation of your own army, that you excluded your own sex? Did you not think yourself much of a soldier in the guard?" He frowned.
"Furthermore, what happens now? You have had us enlist. What of those too old or too infirm? What of those who do not wish to fight? What happens to them? And for those who did enlist, have you ranks for us? Divisions, troops? A training plan for those who have no experience?" Ronin couldn't fight Zariah in her court - he was not well versed enough in it for that. But in military matters? He was ready.
even darkness and silence
