REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
"Yes, that is what I'm talking about." Remi replies, his voice cool despite the growing heat growing in the black of her eyes.
"He is my husband, Amalia. For as close as you are, Safrin's Shield, Hand of the Queen and whatever else, you have no jurisdiction over him. Not when it comes to he and I." How far he is from the remorseful man she might have imagined she'd find. "You very likely did save my life that night. Perhaps even his. But that isn't the point. You do not get to strip me of my care over him and then wave your hands and say the ends justified the means."
It was incredibly likely she'd disagree. Aligned with life and such that she was, Amalia would probably be unable to hear any argument that suggested pig-headed boyish stupidity should override being saved. Yet here was such a pig-headed boy, making precisely such an argument.
"He is my husband, Amalia. For as close as you are, Safrin's Shield, Hand of the Queen and whatever else, you have no jurisdiction over him. Not when it comes to he and I." How far he is from the remorseful man she might have imagined she'd find. "You very likely did save my life that night. Perhaps even his. But that isn't the point. You do not get to strip me of my care over him and then wave your hands and say the ends justified the means."
It was incredibly likely she'd disagree. Aligned with life and such that she was, Amalia would probably be unable to hear any argument that suggested pig-headed boyish stupidity should override being saved. Yet here was such a pig-headed boy, making precisely such an argument.
That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown
when your heart is overthrown
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
