[ Not captured physically, but at Brandon's words Ivor's hopes are caught. There is something he wants. Something too outlandish to the world he has always known to believe in. But the thought of it lingers: world where the lines between their witch-brat blood and the royal inheritance of Death will be erased. There's more than this place. Chains to be slipped.
He sits close, exhales audibly. A want he can't speak of, lest the House hear him. It feels dangerous even to think on it with too much longing. ]
Or we rule here.
[ He excludes the alternative from his words, but not from his meaning. ]
no subject
He sits close, exhales audibly. A want he can't speak of, lest the House hear him. It feels dangerous even to think on it with too much longing. ]
Or we rule here.
[ He excludes the alternative from his words, but not from his meaning. ]