The Sunspire Just think of your prospects, my darling take heed:

célnes, her firm voice cutting through the raised tones and hateful sibilance of her family's rebellion. his name, finally. the soldier shifted impassively toward his contract-holder. an oath she wanted, and he felt that in her eyes he would fall if he did not choose the right words.

but germanicus refused to pledge himself to a god of meat and haughty wolves who kept their loamy hues through what he accused to be by wicked, twisted family lines. and so he set his eyes only upon célnes, lifted his chin. "i pledge to you. you are queen of this clan, and i am your guardian." that was the nature of their roles; he expected nothing more, nor would he give beyond what he said in this moment.