growing roses in the disarray

The white sheep of the family

As Maea's fingers brushed against the back of Loren's hand, he moved to clasp it behind his back. It was an almost instinctual response, back from when he'd been afraid of any touch, even the most gentle. "Yes well, I did say my cousin was a harsh mistress, didn't I?" The words came out a little more bitterly than he'd intended them too, and he looked away from her, almost guilty.

As he turned another corner, revealing yet another hallway, however, he smoothed his features back into a featureless mask. "Maybe you're not." The words came out quietly, without any accusation or anger, just a thread of exhaustion. "My brother appointed me Grand Healer." That too came out without any particular inflection.

Will blood tell

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