[Kelson shook his head, keeping his hands still as he looked at her, and then briefly took in the surroundings. It really was peaceful here. A moments respite. It wasn't often he got those back home. In fact, privacy in Hadriel was something he was having a hard time getting used too.]

I was told they don't have control over it. I'm not entirely sure how true that is, however. I think it's most likely opportunity. They are taking advantage of the situation.

[It was so tempting just to reach out with his mind, take control and calm her, as had been so often done to him. Kelson found it soothing, letting someone else hold control for a little while, finding peace that had often been so fleeting, and he missed it here. But he didn't reach out. It was so tempting though.]

I think that describes a lot of things, my lady. Weeds, or people. What someone deems abhorrent another deems sacred.

[He had spent most of the last four years he was king trying to convince his subjects of that, that an entire race of people was not damned because ignorant people feared or did not understand. Weeds. He did not consider them weeds and he most certainly did not consider half of his heritage to be a weed as well. Yes, it was rather personal.]