the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
She’d said it, of course, as something that was equally stupid as what he had outed just before. As a joke, a thing that would never come to pass. She’d given it little thought, knowing what was about to happen in the near future - thoughts of any sort of leadership and being queen at that? No, not something for the near future. She shakes his head at him. ”Interesting it may be, I fear Nerine is the least of your worries.” In other words, it might be better if he let the whole north thing go. Not because they are the trouble, but because of the flanks that were left exposed by such movements.
She nods when he tells her about Sochi, agreeing that she doesn’t know the mare well. Still, she smiles a little when he tells her that he doesn’t know if she’ll ever have him back. ”Forever is a long time, and love is a strange thing.” she shrugs. Perhaps some cooldown time for the both of them would be enough - how long of a time that would be, the white mare could not say. But his promise about Oceane and the boy, she takes - looks him in the eye when she nods. ”I’ll keep you to that one.” Because he doesn’t know yet, and how can he - and telling him will only upset him now while it would distract him, and still leave him powerless.
She’s silent for a while, mesmerizing when he mulls over her question. “It’d be sad to see you go.” she tells him, gazing around her. ”Though I know you’d not go quietly.” she smirks a bit, thinking of the possible ways. His flame won’t be sniffed out easily nor quietly, she thinks. ”Have you thought of naming an heir then? It would perhaps be best if there wasn’t any fighting over the position.”
Fighting, after all, was bound to happen, but if Loess went into a succession war, more would be at stake than just the hill kingdom.
@[Castile]
I’m so late sorry