Ronin
The moon waxed quickly. The days passed fast whilst the candlemakers seemed to drag out endlessly. There was a change among the party, from Thea’s absence that Ronin suspected she would never recognise. He’d spent too much of the last season observing the ‘Rider Captain and how she tried to position herself at the edge of social events, at least in public.
He couldn’t help but wonder if that had always been the case or if it was a result of her becoming Nameless and pushed aside by the Veren Nobility. Either way, as he prepared for the latest dance that had been designed to host the Princess, he imagined how the conversation between them would go as he trimmed his beard and tried to tame his curling blonde hair.
He would tell her how Freya was quieter in her absence, and Thea wou
