it's a long way home

At Remi's expression - and his rather accurate description of the Wraith - Ronin let out a laugh and held his free hand up in a placating gesture. "A very fair point. Privacy we shall have, then - by royal decree. We don't take visitors after dark unless specified, and our bedroom is as sacred as a shrine." It absolutely wasn't, with the things they got up to in there, but still. The sound of his husband's laughter did everything to lift Ronin's mood and soothe his wounded spirit, so when it was doused so quickly with mention of a certain merchant, the hunter soured as well. "Find him," he implored quietly. "Find him and speak to him, please. Whatever is between you, clear it up once and for all. You can't carry this around with you forever..." Then, of course, there was the idea of a Deepfrost wedding - one he may or may not be able to attend. "It sounds sweet," he said quietly. I hope I can be there, he didn't say at all. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.