[ for a long moment, he doesn't respond. there is a part of him that still believes when it comes down to it, his uncle would not kill him. his uncle, his only family. it's a childish, foolish dream he hasn't been able to detach, hasn't been able to grow out of. before this, he was doing all he could to unseat his uncle politically, to claim his rightful place on the throne. but would he have been able to sink his blade into him and watch the life go out of his eyes? he's killed many before. never his blood.
if they continue this conversation, laurent's mood will plunge into something dangerously unsavory. he moves his gaze to the festivities. ]
What did you have? Everything here is poison. You have no mind for self-preservation.
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if they continue this conversation, laurent's mood will plunge into something dangerously unsavory. he moves his gaze to the festivities. ]
What did you have? Everything here is poison. You have no mind for self-preservation.