"And you think others have not knelt and willingly given up their freedom?"
He was bald, yes. Now. Only from practice. He could not afford to slip into
a younger version of himself, here. Could not afford the Dread Wolf bearing
its fangs, regardless of how the words stirred an old, bitter passion in
him.
He knew the difference, between the sweet scent of bedroom pleasure, and
the scar tissue of the Fade. He knew the latter far too well.
He offered a hand as Zevran stood.
"Or that courtly gestures can be as heavy a chain as any other?"
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"And you think others have not knelt and willingly given up their freedom?"
He was bald, yes. Now. Only from practice. He could not afford to slip into a younger version of himself, here. Could not afford the Dread Wolf bearing its fangs, regardless of how the words stirred an old, bitter passion in him.
He knew the difference, between the sweet scent of bedroom pleasure, and the scar tissue of the Fade. He knew the latter far too well.
He offered a hand as Zevran stood.
"Or that courtly gestures can be as heavy a chain as any other?"