I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
Well if it isn’t Loren Launceleyn. Wessex slowly turns her head towards the person who says her name, already well aware that it’s one of the few people she would go out of her way to avoid. Alas, he comes with Neron’s territory. “Loren,” she replies, with all the faux politeness and sugar-sweet smile she can muster. “I’m waiting to see Neron.” Unfortunately for her, the letter had arrived rather late and even with teleporting to the Citadel, he’s gone off on other business.
“When family calls… well, you know.” There is, perhaps, the teeniest flash of something in her eye as she casually slips in Neron’s Ascension and his place in her own small circle of obligation. It's been a bit. Surely Loren knows of it by now.
“When family calls… well, you know.” There is, perhaps, the teeniest flash of something in her eye as she casually slips in Neron’s Ascension and his place in her own small circle of obligation. It's been a bit. Surely Loren knows of it by now.
WESSEX
