i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
Reave has avoided the more boring aspects of life with a dogged tenacity that defies reason for so long it has become second nature to him. This includes the deadly dullness of politics, though it is perhaps not the best way to manage a kingdom. So far though, it has worked out well enough for him. And now, even with another queen in his kingdom, here out of a sense of duty no doubt, he refuses to cede his questionable antics.
If she had come only to discuss kingdom matters, she would find herself sorely disappointed.
As it is, her caution in greeting him is not misplaced. Indeed, that caution would probably serve her far better in her dealings with Reave than any other approach, especially considering his own habitually incautious attention.
Her rejoinder brings a chuckle to his lips, vibrant eyes twinkling behind the carved bone masking his features. “You’ve spent time here, I see,” he replies, grin flashing wide before fading slightly. Tipping his head, he eyes her as she introduces herself, faltering over her title. A smirk steals over his lips before he says, “You sound uncertain about that.”
He shifts unconsciously, amusement clear in the shrouded lines of his face. “But you’re in luck,” he continues after a moment, corners of his eyes crinkling. “You’ve found him.” He pauses, lips curling up at the corners in an almost sly manner. “Though something tells me you already knew that.”
@Casimira