there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Nodding absently, Loren glanced down at Sunjata. "A magical bond." The healer rubbed his temples. "An oath, created through blood and magic. The Launceleyns could never disobey a direct order from a royal, had to serve the throne's best interests, and could never harm one of the royal bloodline, even inadvertently. To disobey or to harm was death, as I said." This time, he spoke as if reciting words that had been drilled into him (probably because he was)."Any time magic manifested in the children of my family, they were bound to the oath. And because even a stray word might spell disaster, they...we were...tortured into compliance." Swallowing, he found himself once again dashing the back of his hand against his eyes, preventing the tears from falling.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
