Moonspear for the realm

He had scoured across an open wound, he knew that swiftly. How interesting it was that they had decided to offer her the crown that she deserved, he thought, then wondered if perhaps one or the other knew how things would end. Even in the carnage of the fall they had taken, it would have been remiss to neglect that they had squabbled. It had been a long time coming that had taken an end he could not have seen, much like the ascension before him now.

”We will,” he affirmed, resisting every urge to smile. A struggle was that, for even the edges of his lips dared to tug in such a direction. He moved to change the subject, and save himself. ”But only in due time. No need to rush those things along when we have much more to worry after, hm? If you're hungry, I know where delicate morsels are being kept right now. I'm sure no one would miss them,” because it certainly was not he who had put them there. Someone else had interred the discovery he had made as the sun came up.