i have a lot of Warmonger feelings rn
The book was heavy in his hands, and he held it as if afraid it would catch fire. It had never intimidated Radais like that. She wondered what he knew that she didn’t. Especially after he shot her a glare and placed it reverently on the dresser.
“To be treated with such disdain,” he said, taking a seat on the bed, “It must have done something terrible to you.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“I heard what happened, did you sense anything?”
“My mind wasn’t exactly focused on sensing old energy,” she grumbled, rubbing her face in the pillow, “I was more focused on my mother.”
“It was always risky.” Of course he had to remind her. She didn’t want to dignify him with the truth, so instead, she changed the subject.
“Abe says you’re an ass.”
“Perhaps he’s right?”
“I never considered that,” she said laughing, turning over in bed to look up at him. He was staring at the door, as if considering leaving, but then he seemed to settle and returned his gaze to her.
“It’s easier if they discount me,” he replied, “Makes me seem like I’m not a threat.”
“Are you?”
“Not to you. And not to these people. But to the Court? Very much so.”
