WESSEX
Well, she appreciated the sunset effort. Given that the King was dying, she assumed he would want to spend evenings with his family, and it is a thing that does not go unnoticed. Carrying a small notebook which she’d filled with chicken-scratch notes recently regarding Ascended things, LongNight and Fae things, and then finally, ruling things, Wessex enters with a purposeful stride. How to do all that they need to do, indeed. How to create something that will defend itself against Zariah’s electricity-filled hands. Taking a seat across from Ronin, she sits. “Looks like we’ll be the ones organizing things,” comes out as what she hopes is a light-hearted joke, which is also no surprise.
Finding Edy nowhere in sight yet, the Wraith murmurs to him as she’s unpacking her few items, “I’m working on getting a place together near the Manor. It needs fixing up, but I can guarantee - or you could have someone guarantee - that there are no magic eavesdropping devices in there.” That someone is Remi. In case he didn’t take the hint.
It could be their place to work. Away from the Launceleyn eyes, not intimidating, and open to whomever needs to speak to a monarch or cabinet member - whatever. All they need is the two of them to agree to it.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
