PETER
They really were a strange pair. Loren looked just as out of place in the plush chair as Peter felt, and that simple fact, more than almost anything else, set him at ease. The rest of the family always seemed so... poised. Effortless, in a way he'd never be able to touch. That he'd never be able to emulate, no matter how much he tried to claw his way up. Peter shifted uncomfortably at the thought, pulling himself in tighter, taking up even less space than he already did.The answer to his question, at least the part of it Loren had, was something Peter already knew, and he nodded along. Not too long ago (and yet, so far away in his memory) Zariah had been setting up a marriage for him, with the goal of children he was sure. He was still quietly relieved that he'd avoided that fate, especially to someone he considered... maybe not a friend, but only because he didn't dare presume he held that importance to Rexanna. "There's no... no royalty here though. I-I mean, other than Za-Zariah." The correction was made in a hurried panic, like somehow the misstep would be all it took to brig her back.
The part about serving though, that was new, and it was met with confusion and distress both. It seemed an extra cruelty, to be born lacking, and then to serve those who were not. Peter wanted to give Loren the chance to steel himself, to take a breath, but he had so many questions rising up. "Why... why keep them? The... not magic ones? Or... why... why did they... we? Um, why did we want the oath?"
And oh, don’t you wanna love?
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
