If the hives truly knew how bad it was within Leon's hive, they might have opted to dispatch Leon and all his offspring. A hive does not exist for the benefit of one but for all. True, the queen or the sire is usually the focus of those efforts, but they do not look out for their own ends. Leon seems to be an autocrat of the worst sort. He cares not one wit for those who have lost their mortal lives to him, he probably would not give a damn about their immortal lives either: if their existence had to be sacrificed to further his own, he would not think twice. Magnus has no pack and no kin, the temptation to further his line has never taken that form, but he knows that what Leon is doing is abhorrent.
But Magnus knows well that such behaviour can not continue unchecked. It will not be, and Leon must know that something comes for him. He would not be in such a hurry otherwise.
Magnus pulls himself from those thoughts, back to Ambrose and their hands touching. He should not trust Ambrose so completely, and in truth at the start, he did not. That is why Ambrose is only now learning more because Magnus has assured himself of his fidelity. It's a terrible thing, politics. But even so, this is not simply about him, or even the pair of them.
"If you must know, I did not intend to romance any vampire at all. It just so happened that you changed my mind." Obviously, if he had met any other of Leon's hive, if anyone other than Ambrose had been made the lead in their little production, then it might all have been different. As it was, Magnus had fallen a little more night by night.
He smiles, gently, at the press of lips against his knuckles, his amber eyes following the slight bow of Ambrose's head.
"I'm not sure I would put it down to luck, perhaps fate." He says, with a slight shrug. "But I do not regret it, mon ange. And if we do not get to France before all this is done with, we will go after. I promise you, if that is where you would like to go."
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But Magnus knows well that such behaviour can not continue unchecked. It will not be, and Leon must know that something comes for him. He would not be in such a hurry otherwise.
Magnus pulls himself from those thoughts, back to Ambrose and their hands touching. He should not trust Ambrose so completely, and in truth at the start, he did not. That is why Ambrose is only now learning more because Magnus has assured himself of his fidelity. It's a terrible thing, politics. But even so, this is not simply about him, or even the pair of them.
"If you must know, I did not intend to romance any vampire at all. It just so happened that you changed my mind." Obviously, if he had met any other of Leon's hive, if anyone other than Ambrose had been made the lead in their little production, then it might all have been different. As it was, Magnus had fallen a little more night by night.
He smiles, gently, at the press of lips against his knuckles, his amber eyes following the slight bow of Ambrose's head.
"I'm not sure I would put it down to luck, perhaps fate." He says, with a slight shrug. "But I do not regret it, mon ange. And if we do not get to France before all this is done with, we will go after. I promise you, if that is where you would like to go."