LOREN
Still, it wasn’t his concern right now. First, he needed to find some way to make things right with Wessex. ”I’m sorry. I...clearly have lapses in judgment, but that’s no excuse. So. I apologize. I was always planning to come to you directly rather than listen to baseless rumors, and as soon as possible, but I could have and should have chosen a more opportune time. Thank you for your honesty.” Again, he bowed his head, awaiting whatever punishment she saw fit to mete out.
The queen had admitted it, which weirdly enough, made Loren more inclined to trust her. After all, he of all people knew the past should be left in the past, and that people could change. Or at least, a small secret part of him had to believe that, else he was doomed to a lonely and cold existence. And even in his darkest moments, he didn’t want that, not really.
Of course, he'd still be watching Wessex very closely for any sign of a relapse. And if she showed it, he wouldn't hesitate to stop her too, just as he wouldn't hesitate to prevent Roana from carrying out a massacre.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.