Roen nearly choked on her piece of orange at the word ‘married’. Surely that was a figure of speech…
But as Daegsatz continued to berate and belittle both his captain and her race, the paladin could only smile in amusement. She had no doubt now of the affection the Roegadyn held for both Nero and his father. She eyed him as his nose buried itself more and more into the book she had brought, which made her glance at the dimly lit room. She made a mental note to bring another source of light for the cell, as Ser Crofte did for her.
Roen straightened when the book was finally shoved in front of her face. She squinted at the word he was pointing at.
“Aeviternal,†she read out loud. “It means eternal. Everlasting.†She scanned the rest of the page then wrinkled her nose. “Well, this particular tale is about…knights and princess and such…†she turned a few pages to see what the next chapter was and cleared her throat. “I am certain there is something...more suited to your taste in here somewhere…†She chuckled awkwardly.
She had already been called a nanny; she wondered why, of all things, she had brought a book of faerie tales for the burly pirate. Perhaps it was because Hornet had gifted her with the same when she felt lost. It seemed a good idea at the time.
Roen cleared her throat and looked back to the floor. “So." She was eager to change the subject. "What are you drawing on the stones, exactly?â€
But as Daegsatz continued to berate and belittle both his captain and her race, the paladin could only smile in amusement. She had no doubt now of the affection the Roegadyn held for both Nero and his father. She eyed him as his nose buried itself more and more into the book she had brought, which made her glance at the dimly lit room. She made a mental note to bring another source of light for the cell, as Ser Crofte did for her.
Roen straightened when the book was finally shoved in front of her face. She squinted at the word he was pointing at.
“Aeviternal,†she read out loud. “It means eternal. Everlasting.†She scanned the rest of the page then wrinkled her nose. “Well, this particular tale is about…knights and princess and such…†she turned a few pages to see what the next chapter was and cleared her throat. “I am certain there is something...more suited to your taste in here somewhere…†She chuckled awkwardly.
She had already been called a nanny; she wondered why, of all things, she had brought a book of faerie tales for the burly pirate. Perhaps it was because Hornet had gifted her with the same when she felt lost. It seemed a good idea at the time.
Roen cleared her throat and looked back to the floor. “So." She was eager to change the subject. "What are you drawing on the stones, exactly?â€
