whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Recognizing Amalia’s flush as the same one that graced his own cheeks whenever he was asked about Abasi, Loren smiled faintly. ”Well. I’m happy for you two.” He took a bite of his sandwich, chewing contentedly.At her joke, however, he grinned. "Works for me!" Taking a sip of wine, he swallowed, before letting out a huff of laughter. "A duke is just below the royal family in terms of nobility."
His tone was self-deprecating, and only grew more so as time went on. "I'm afraid I was very bad at it, worse than I was at magic. I was in disguise as a commoner for a while, and yes that was as ridiculous as it sounds, and once we were exposed I was always a little too dissatisfied with the status quo to be a good noble. And that's not even getting into my fraternizing with commons and uh, with men." He blushed and looked away.
what goes, let go
LOREN
