2 Arthurian/Westmark.
BECAUSE I FREAKIN' CAN.
Justitia/Sagramore
There's a straightforward sweetness in Sagramore (Niko thinks), the warmth of a young man who opens his heart suddenly and without reserve, and a wry humor in Justitia, even at his most passionate, that echoes the laughter on the open moor long ago (thinks Sagramore).
Gaheris/Rosana
The damsel's hair is crow-black as his brother's, her eyes fierce and mocking; she cares nothing for his disgrace, she tells Gaheris, and less for his cursed kin. She shares her coarse supper with him, and later her bed of bracken. In her strong, sunburned arms he does not dream.
Justitia/Sagramore
There's a straightforward sweetness in Sagramore (Niko thinks), the warmth of a young man who opens his heart suddenly and without reserve, and a wry humor in Justitia, even at his most passionate, that echoes the laughter on the open moor long ago (thinks Sagramore).
Gaheris/Rosana
The damsel's hair is crow-black as his brother's, her eyes fierce and mocking; she cares nothing for his disgrace, she tells Gaheris, and less for his cursed kin. She shares her coarse supper with him, and later her bed of bracken. In her strong, sunburned arms he does not dream.