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The room was quiet.
This wasnt alarming until you realised Gloria was in the room.
Gloria, as a rule, was not quiet.
Leon sighed, reaching up from where he was seated to still the hands fussing with his hair.
"Stop. It's as tidy as it'll ever be."
Gloria's face dropped a little. "Sorry. Sorry Leon. I'll just -"
"And stop apologising, Gloria!"
He stood, rising from his chair to pace around the room. He stopped at the window, pausing to draw breath and compose himself before he turned around with a gentler tone. "You know this isn't your fault, Gloria. This is my choice."
Mulishly, Gloria clenched her fists and tilyed her chin up.
"Bullshit."
Lee raised his brows.
"Pardon?"
"You heard me, Leon. That's bullshit. This is no more your choice than it would have been Hop's. Neither of you wanted this, shipped across the land to marry some king youve never met! I still don't even see how it will help!"
Leon turned away, suddenly tired of this discussion being had over and over.
"Raihan is the Dragon of Hammerlocke. His city is a fortress, and his military just as impenetrable. This is happening, Gloria. Im getting married."
