LOREN
Of course Remi hadn’t thought through the implications of what being married to a king were. The other man was wonderful in so many ways, but when it came to the ways in which people manipulated and plotted, he was totally blind. His naivety and open heartedness helped him in a lot of situations, but in this particular instance Loren knew that if the alchemist didn’t wise up, it would cause problems down the line. Still, the summoner said nothing further on the subject: Remi already had enough to think about, both with all the crises on their hands and with what the Launceleyn had already said.There was no need for thanks, but still, Loren nodded in acknowledgement. Already, the librarian’s mind was considering how best to phrase his recommendations so that they’d actually be implemented; Remi had clearly shown that he had no head for politics or governance, so the Launceleyn would need to make sure his writing was persuasive enough that even the alchemist reading it would be convincing.
As the raccoon thudded into the ground, Loren realized with a sick feeling that, no, this was not a raccoon—or not just a raccoon—this was Remi. And he was not moving. As the summoner’s heart pounded in his chest, he knelt frantically, hands glowing with a healing light as he reached for the other man. All the while, a babble of nearly incoherent words streamed from the librarian’s lips. ”Come on Remi, don’t you dare fucking die, Ronin will kill me, you’re tougher than that you stupid alchemist, I didn’t come back just to kill you, please please please don’t be dead, please don’t.” Burying his hands into the raccoon's fur, Loren poured as much healing magic as he could muster into the raccoon, praying all the while to any god that was listening for a miracle.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
