[Blanc takes this to mean that he has in his way dishonored Orange.]
Pardon my trespass.
[A sigh and a moment of quiet he still revels in the way the sheets are askew and warm. This is a man he knows he can trust with his life, and the other way around. Even if nothing may come of this passion the memory is worth cherishing.]
no subject
Pardon my trespass.
[A sigh and a moment of quiet he still revels in the way the sheets are askew and warm. This is a man he knows he can trust with his life, and the other way around. Even if nothing may come of this passion the memory is worth cherishing.]
Tomorrow the rest of our kin should arrive.
[And the play shall come into motion.]