Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

Had Reyson known of the imperator that she spoke to him. Could possibly spill his own sadness when the imperator frowned on such things. Reyson would have balked and clammed. But as it were he didn't know.

Reyson had, was not used to these new found emotions. He had never felt them before. Perhaps in the quiet hours before dawn before he went into what could possibly be his death. He had felt a twinge. But before he had always been on the move from mission to mission. Here in a way he had become stalled, complacent. And had time to think.

Were she to ask. Reyson would told her the latter. He guarded his emotions well for fear that those who cared would break under a hailstorm of shit.

Akashingo was dangerous in some respect more so than any battle he had fought. For then he saw it coming. But drop him in a pot of vipers with honey upon their lips and he was lost.

He stared at her surprised. A small strangled chuckle escaped him.

I've never.