The Midwife's Wards

Unfortunately, Loren didn’t have any advice on how to get Wessex’s attention. The queen had always come to find him—even when he’d been imprisoned by the Fae—not the other way around. As it stood, it was up to Phoebe to prove that she was a capable caretaker. While her response to the summoner’s claim about the boy’s possessions showed how fiercely she took her duties, it didn’t exactly show a great deal of common sense. ”I know for a fact that Roana had at least one ring that emitted light and heat, and I’m not willing to trust she didn’t have any other magical items squirreled away in their packs, since she was very willing to hand over her sword to the boys. Besides, technically anything she gave the boys is part of the investigation against her.” So no, the Launceleyn wasn’t impressed by the midwife’s decision to take a stand here. It wasn’t the end of it and they both knew it. ”Morever, Wessex was very clear that we confiscate all of Roana’s weapons and jewelry. I promise we'll examine them, and return anything that is purely of sentimental value." That was all true. "If you will not provide me access, I will have to search the bags myself. You can either help me with that, or try to stop me. However, like you, I would rather not cause the boys any additional stress, and a search by force would certainly result in that.” He tilted his head. ”Unless you’d like to go with me right now to talk to Wessex.” The queen would be much more severe than Loren was, and they both knew it. It was entirely up to the healer how this went down. Unfortunately for her, the Launceleyn knew she couldn’t stop him. LOREN Not quite an open book