LOREN
When Beatrix mentioned that the two of them had been living out here since Edy died, Loren’s heart nearly stopped and the smile slid from his face. It was sad to hear the words about killing and politics falling from a face that was far too young for such concerns. The summoner sat on the ground in a cross-legged position, heedless of the cold, wet, and general discomfort, and placed his pack in front of him so the children had access to its contents.When his half-sister finished speaking, Loren made sure to keep his voice low and soothing when he responded. ”No one is going to hurt you, Beatrix. I promise. There was a peaceful transition of power, and I have the oaths of the new king and queen that no harm will come to you. And if they try, I will kill them.” His voice left no doubt that he meant every single word. ”I know Zariah isn't here, but I am. I can take care of you both, now. Please, come home?” He wasn’t going to let either of them stay out here if he could help it, but he knew dragging them back wouldn’t work, so he’d try persuasion first. Family had to stick together, and Neron had never been in this world and there was no telling when Zariah would return. Or even if she would return.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
