Hoshor Plains [m] the tortured poets department

You’re right—I didn’t think of it that way, she admitted. It made sense that he’d want to see his children regularly, and she couldn’t fault him for that.

She followed as his attention turned to the Sunspire, and she remained quiet as he described the man who’d aspired to take over mountains; he sounded much different than Argent. Their parents were similar in many ways, it seemed, and before she could speak, he said something that stopped her dead in her tracks.

She looked up at him, eyes wide and a smile on her lips as she admitted: We want the same thing. All I want is a place to call home, to have a husband and children, and to have my garden, of course. Her heart fluttered as she looked into his eyes; where had he been her entire life?