LOREN
Loren’s response was immediate and forceful, though still containing that kind undertone. ”No. Of course not. But…” The Launceleyn bit his lip, summoning up the courage to say what needed to be said, because he was pretty sure Remi would just let everything go on, naively hoping it would all somehow work itself out. Unfortunately, this summoning didn’t come as easily to the Launceleyn as his magic did. ”You’re married. To my friend.” Ronin was Loren’s friend even if the king understandably wanted nothing to do with the Launceleyn. That was how most of the summoner’s friendships worked, so he was used to it, and accepted it. ”And I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.”
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
