LOREN
”It’s possible. I’m curious to hear when you think I did it and how I got away with it without you noticing though.” This should be good: either it was during the year Loren had been lost and drifting, or it was in the short amount of time since he’d be back, and neither one seemed particularly likely. No doubt Remi would come up with some elaborately convoluted scheme to explain it all away. As the other man blushed, and then admitted that he wasn’t sure what his title actually was, Loren straightened up from his bow. ”No you were a baroness before becoming a queen. Which I guess means we’re a triarchy, not a monarchy.” The Launceleyn tilted his head to give the alchemist a quizzical look. ”Unless Wessex has a consort tucked away somewhere. At that point, I think it’s just anarchy.” Then the summoner felt the corner of his mouth twitch. ”Although, you are married to a king, so he could appoint you to whatever title you’d like. Perhaps Grand High Alchemist of the First Order?” This time, Loren managed to say the m word (mawwiage) without even the slightest hitch in his voice.Inclining his head to the queen in his home like the librarian had been born to welcome royalty—which he sort of had been—Loren hoped that would wrap up the whole hello. Turning, he grabbed the children’s book that he’d left on the chair, before gesturing for Remi to come in from the cold air. It was close to Deepfrost and it was nippy outside, even if the librarian ignored the discomfort through long years of exposure and training. ”Any updates?” His voice was brisk and businesslike; the summoner figured that the alchemist, what with being an actual leader and all that, would know a lot more than Loren would. However, even the librarian had a few pieces of information squirreled away that might prove helpful.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
