time after time I think it's just no good

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam paused at Loren's suggestion but nodded after, thinking he'd make sure to ask. "I hadn't considered they might not like it...thank you. I'll keep it in mind." He did not always have the best of memories, so ideally he'd like to able to record as the historians spoke, but he would respect their wishes if they asked him not to. Smiling back to Loren he rose to follow him out into the Citadel. Still holding onto his hand if the Launceleyn would allow it, Sam found himself giddly excited for a couple of reasons. He'd never gotten to see a real life palace before, had only read about them as backdrops in fantastical stories. That, and he knew once they got to the Palace, Loren likely had a room there...he squeezed the mans hand, ready to see the crown jewel of the Citadel. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.