LOREN
Loren tilted his head at Roana, giving her a considering look. ”Well. Have you tried? It sounds like you’ve been waiting for her to come to you, which I imagine wouldn’t give you many opportunities to ask her questions.” It might not have been his place to gently chide Roana for her relationship with Phoebe, but the ex-captain was formidable enough on the battlefield that the summoner would be shocked if she couldn’t deal with a little discomfort in a conversation.
Then again, bravery in battle didn’t necessarily translate to courage in social situations. The Launceleyn knew that better than most.
Honestly, he was surprised Roana remembered much about his magic. ”I do, but it developed fairly recently, and it wasn’t my strongest ability. I was and am primarily a summoner, which is far more suited to combat. But yes, once I manifested healing I started training with the Grand Healer. But then...well...we were transported here.” Still, the little bit he’d learned under Mariella still came in handy.
At the comment that Wessex had threatened Roana’s children Loren came to a complete halt. ”What do you mean?” His voice came out low, hard, and cold, all traces of his easy cheer and humor wiped away, replaced by a completely blank expression and ramrod straight posture. The queen had stood in the Launceleyn Manor and told him to his face that she’d never stoop that low, never fall to Zariah’s level. If Wessex had been lying, well, then the summoner would take matters into his own hands. At Roana’s next comment, Loren just narrowed his eyes. ”And who might that be?”
Then again, bravery in battle didn’t necessarily translate to courage in social situations. The Launceleyn knew that better than most.
Honestly, he was surprised Roana remembered much about his magic. ”I do, but it developed fairly recently, and it wasn’t my strongest ability. I was and am primarily a summoner, which is far more suited to combat. But yes, once I manifested healing I started training with the Grand Healer. But then...well...we were transported here.” Still, the little bit he’d learned under Mariella still came in handy.
At the comment that Wessex had threatened Roana’s children Loren came to a complete halt. ”What do you mean?” His voice came out low, hard, and cold, all traces of his easy cheer and humor wiped away, replaced by a completely blank expression and ramrod straight posture. The queen had stood in the Launceleyn Manor and told him to his face that she’d never stoop that low, never fall to Zariah’s level. If Wessex had been lying, well, then the summoner would take matters into his own hands. At Roana’s next comment, Loren just narrowed his eyes. ”And who might that be?”
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
