Moonspear hazine haze

The praise sends a pleased warmth blooming through his torso, bringing a small smile to his face as he bows his head in gratitude. He blinks slowly, absorbing her other words. Truthfully, he has not heard much about the dark queen from her kin--but now he knows her name. And as for the final remark. . .

"Indeed," he rumbles, gaze flickering over her scars for a moment before returning to her face. "A warrior born. I can spot a soldier from a mile away. A pleasure to meet you. . .Ame," he trailed off delicately, smiling broader, now.

He lifted his chin at the alpine forest around them, the gentle slope of Moonspear. "I am grateful to you and your husband for inviting me into the fold," Llewellyn says, his eyes for once in the present moment, rather than a thousand miles away. "I trust you understand that your family has my loyalty from here on out. I do not make such oaths lightly."