[He has to wonder if she's mad...but given that they are surrounded by people from different worlds, was someone being pulled from the future that much of a stretch. He let the silence drift between them as he wrapped his head around it. His fingers toyed with his beard, silver like his hair. His violet eyes scanned the area, watching the figures move and pass. They should be as improbable as what this woman suggested.
Who was he to dictate how magic worked? He was as much a victim of it as anyone else.
There was nothing to do but accept what she offered.]
no subject
Who was he to dictate how magic worked? He was as much a victim of it as anyone else.
There was nothing to do but accept what she offered.]
Is my reign spoken of during your time?