A lot of the tension Kelson had been holding locked into his body and taught muscles relaxed as he heard the other man speak. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and inhaled, positively slumping in the chair. He closed his eyes for a moment, in prayer, pure relief?

"That is good to hear. My uncle had only recently recovered from an attack and he most certainly does not want the crown. I don't think he would have survived the shock of losing me again." Nigel would be fine. Gwynedd would be fine. He would be fine. Kelson took a sip of his tea to taste it before removing the tea bag and taking another sip with Kahlil let his steep more.

"Your world sounds awfully similar to mine. We are not a single country on a single continent, however magic is outlawed and punishable by death by the church, at least in my kingdom." He sighed. "I'm working on it. Right before I was taken, the Church agreed to stop burning priests at the stake who dared be gifted with magic by an accident of their birth."