We could watch the waves
We could watch the sky
"Ha, who does?" Bastien asked rhetorically, unsure if the ex-Queen had made herself any friends at all during her short-lived rule. "Without a draft do you think we will have enough heads to make an army? Not that I am advocating for such a thing, absolutely not. But I see around this town farmers, creatives, homemakers. Not soldiers." There were exceptions, but an army could not be made from a handful of aggressive citizens.
At least they were on the same page as far as the position of chronicler went. "A vote I will be very interested to see the results of. Will they allow an Outlander to tell them their own histories?" He had to admit, this was something he understood. He would have been very defensive indeed of his own cultural stories (the few that he had known, the few his mother had told him) in Venice, had someone there tried to remake them as their own.
Chuckling under his breath, he moved with Rexanna so they were holding each other. "That sounds rather fortunate, as I am a hedonist too. I am sure I can find a space in my ideals to make room for a bedroom Queen." With a wink, he leaned closer, a smile on his lips turning to a deep kiss.
At least they were on the same page as far as the position of chronicler went. "A vote I will be very interested to see the results of. Will they allow an Outlander to tell them their own histories?" He had to admit, this was something he understood. He would have been very defensive indeed of his own cultural stories (the few that he had known, the few his mother had told him) in Venice, had someone there tried to remake them as their own.
Chuckling under his breath, he moved with Rexanna so they were holding each other. "That sounds rather fortunate, as I am a hedonist too. I am sure I can find a space in my ideals to make room for a bedroom Queen." With a wink, he leaned closer, a smile on his lips turning to a deep kiss.
Or just sit and wait
As the time ticks by
BASTIEN
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