Whitefish River Wheat kings and pretty things

So long as your Gods are kind. Hiero was a firm believer in paving your own path. If he had placed his faith in some Gods, the man would have died long ago due to the sheer natural cruelty of Gods that he knew in passing. Even today those scars marred his flesh, well hidden but always present. 

I've noticed. He states lightly at her mentioning she had a hard time with social situations. Well that's a change of tone to "My place lies alongside duty". At least now it sounded more like she still had hope instead of swearing off anything that came her way and focus solely on her duties instead. 

One good thing came of all this - she was still single, and though his heart still ached for her, his chances were not completely crushed under the boulders of reality. With a heavy sigh, he tries not to burry his gaze into her too much longer as he casts his bright eyes to the river. You know what my feelings are for you Ira. They weren't jokes or japes, even now I wish for you to give me a chance to give you what you seek. He sais with a deep shrug. Maybe someday luck will shine down on me too.