[Jasper sets his glass on the table and closes his book. For the first time in this conversation, he listens to what his old friend is saying. His usual reluctance to heed emotion easier to ignore outside the bounds of their world.
Their world. Their home. His fingers curl around his book but he throws it onto the table, agitated by his train of thought.]
No. Well, you had nobody to beseech on your behalf.
[His voice is thoughtful, a certain care in his tone.]
I just cannot understand why...
[His mother had asked His Majesty to take him to the castle. What is that if not obligation?]
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Their world. Their home. His fingers curl around his book but he throws it onto the table, agitated by his train of thought.]
No. Well, you had nobody to beseech on your behalf.
[His voice is thoughtful, a certain care in his tone.]
I just cannot understand why...
[His mother had asked His Majesty to take him to the castle. What is that if not obligation?]