Jesu Kelson hated this stupid game. But he still played it. Put his game face on and changed to a carefully neutral expression. But his grey eyes still echoed his emotion. So, he mentally went back in time, to a time when things weren't as safe. When he was surrounded by hostiles to played at advising him. Gwynedd may be in a better position now, but clearly Thorne wasn't. Or they wouldn't be outright body snatching from other worlds.
He thought about switching to mind-speech but, that could be picked up. And who knew how schooled those around him were in it. No, no chances. So, he let himself nonchalantly glance at those around him, noting who was starting to take notice, whose body language betrayed them and raised his voice a little so they could be overheard.
"Well, it seems my kingdom has much to learn from Thorne."
God he hated it here already. And he hated not being in an easy position to influence the change he desperately wanted to make. He was about to snatch the notebook to ask where was a safe place, but. That was obvious. No where in Castle Thorne.
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He thought about switching to mind-speech but, that could be picked up. And who knew how schooled those around him were in it. No, no chances. So, he let himself nonchalantly glance at those around him, noting who was starting to take notice, whose body language betrayed them and raised his voice a little so they could be overheard.
"Well, it seems my kingdom has much to learn from Thorne."
God he hated it here already. And he hated not being in an easy position to influence the change he desperately wanted to make. He was about to snatch the notebook to ask where was a safe place, but. That was obvious. No where in Castle Thorne.