the baffled king composing hallelujah
Whilst infinitely not in the mood for song or joy or... well, anything more than waiting this endless night out, Ronin knew better than to seclude himself too much. It didn’t work besides (his mind cast back to Amalia, as he’d been trying to hide himself in Aoife’s room). And so the guildmaster was there as well, leaning against the chimney breast and standing just behind where Remi and their daughter sit and wait.
He offered Lily a small smile, a silent thank-you; whatever happened between now and when the sun rose again, this had to be better than the majority of the alternatives. So Ronin forced his shoulders to relax, smiled down at Aoife trying to squirm in Remi’s lap, and waited for the show to begin.
He offered Lily a small smile, a silent thank-you; whatever happened between now and when the sun rose again, this had to be better than the majority of the alternatives. So Ronin forced his shoulders to relax, smiled down at Aoife trying to squirm in Remi’s lap, and waited for the show to begin.
