Mm-hmm. [ Well. He considers before adding, deadpan, ] Actually, it was a piece of parchment for a gold.
[ What would it look like if he accepted? Would it be personally signed by her? Could he retain it for a keepsake autograph? He still has a supposed favour from her, but that offer was doubtless granted with the same sincerity as her apology. They do not consider her a ruler, the people, but as far as he's concerned, she may as well be. Military crowns are not unusual. The Usurper was not so long ago, even if the Emperor claims Nilfgaard now. As much as he cares little for Nilfgaard's current thirst for conquest, he didn't observe a hell of a lot of pleasantries when the south was under the Usurper, either.
They're all the same. Whatever the place or world or time period. It's only a matter of who will show their hand first.
His lips curl a hint. ] Oh, at least five? I'd be unwise to turn that down.
[ He still thinks about it. What Marlo said to him, when he told her he's no desire to be owed her protection. Not assimilated. As though she expects they all will be, one way or another, in time. He'd find it less troubling if she explicitly didn't give a fuck. He is not her people. He doesn't want to be. He'd prefer nothing more than to be seen as a stranger who's wandered in, who deserves nothing except to be ignored and forgotten—or even treated with suspicion. That, he is used to. But this sense that she wants to placate the Summoned, as though they may be unruly hounds, is something else. ]
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[ What would it look like if he accepted? Would it be personally signed by her? Could he retain it for a keepsake autograph? He still has a supposed favour from her, but that offer was doubtless granted with the same sincerity as her apology. They do not consider her a ruler, the people, but as far as he's concerned, she may as well be. Military crowns are not unusual. The Usurper was not so long ago, even if the Emperor claims Nilfgaard now. As much as he cares little for Nilfgaard's current thirst for conquest, he didn't observe a hell of a lot of pleasantries when the south was under the Usurper, either.
They're all the same. Whatever the place or world or time period. It's only a matter of who will show their hand first.
His lips curl a hint. ] Oh, at least five? I'd be unwise to turn that down.
[ He still thinks about it. What Marlo said to him, when he told her he's no desire to be owed her protection. Not assimilated. As though she expects they all will be, one way or another, in time. He'd find it less troubling if she explicitly didn't give a fuck. He is not her people. He doesn't want to be. He'd prefer nothing more than to be seen as a stranger who's wandered in, who deserves nothing except to be ignored and forgotten—or even treated with suspicion. That, he is used to. But this sense that she wants to placate the Summoned, as though they may be unruly hounds, is something else. ]