you're a fraud and you know it
but it's too good to throw it all away
At times it seemed their little northern kingdom hovered in a state of constant change. Ophelia had stood at their helm for so short a time, and now they were traded into new hands, expected to adjust to a different style of leadership once again. Roland hoped the Lord and Lady would bring profitable change to the Basin, alongside their veteran commander. He knew both had proved they were deserving of the title through their actions, but there was a dangerous ambition he had noticed within Thranduil that would have to be kept in check. There was no doubting that he had demonstrated his skill time and time again, but Roland did not rest easy knowing their family was in his hands, no matter how capable he might be at twisting arms and charming hearts. He harboured very little trust for the golden stallion, and did not feel any sort of satisfaction in knowing that he held more power than ever now. He was willing to give him a chance, the benefit of doubt, but he would not let his guard down.
A chorus of congratulations followed the Reaper's announcement, but Roland remained silent. His head turned to watch as the pale form of Arah stepped forwards, her voice rising above the rest. The mare's outburst was aimed first at Deimos, before she turned her ire upon the gilded Lord, stripping him down, disputing his superiority. Roland observed the proceedings with a stone face, though he was startled to see such outrage come from the kind and soft spoken mare. She withdrew immediately once her argument had been spent, turning her back upon them all and removing herself from the crowd. It was not the wisest of moves, and he had to wonder if she would leave, denounce them entirely and remove herself from the family she had been a part of for so long, or if she was simply preparing to make another rash move. He debated following after her, but his limbs were stayed when Thranduil's rebuttal cut through the air, just as enraged as the Impersonator.
Roland's teeth ground together as he listened to the Lord's biting words, frosted and cruel, spewing forth threats and belittlement as he lashed out against her before the collective might of the Basin. Foolish. They were falling apart before his very eyes, disunity and discord sewn amongst their ranks in the chaos. Once the stallion had finished, another joined the chorus, bringing to light several points the Thief could agree with. Lena's voice of reason rose once the Engineer had fallen silent, and the argument carried on from one voice to the next. Roland hovered on the edge of it, a seething shadow caught in indecision, anger and composure; he wanted to give them a chance, but he did not wish to be caught in the midst of a herd that was at conflict with one another. He had weathered one too many civil wars, and was loathe to be trapped in the fallout once again. He was barely content to keep his opinions to himself, but one more voice thrown into the cacophony would make little difference, and he wanted to trust the Reaper's judgment.
sometimes you even fool yourself a bit
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saints just swimming in our sins again
