Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Mm, and I know what it's like to be in your shoes." It was Ronin's turn to sound mischievous. "And you're about to find out exactly why I don't do it any more." He chuckled, nudging his husband playfully. It didn't mean he would shy away from responsibility if it came his way (hello, Seren) - but wearing the crown was something he no longer cared for. "Though I resent the idea that I let you do anything. Your choices are yours, Remi." He smiled.
Tutting at the idea of his making demands, he had no opinion, really, regarding where they were to live. "Besides the fact that our house is inaccessible right now because of the ash?" He sighed. "I don't care," he said, before realising how harsh it might sound and shooting Remi an apologetic look. "What I mean to say is... my life is just disruptions, lately. Trading the wagon in for a house, you being Governor, a daughter, whatever Safrin is going to torture me with next... what does it matter where we live, really?"
Tutting at the idea of his making demands, he had no opinion, really, regarding where they were to live. "Besides the fact that our house is inaccessible right now because of the ash?" He sighed. "I don't care," he said, before realising how harsh it might sound and shooting Remi an apologetic look. "What I mean to say is... my life is just disruptions, lately. Trading the wagon in for a house, you being Governor, a daughter, whatever Safrin is going to torture me with next... what does it matter where we live, really?"
