[Anduin has not shared with a soul in this place the fact that he has governed a kingdom, despite his youth. Despite his character. He knows the way that he comes off to those who encounter him: soft. His advisors thought him too soft to rule as well. That did not mean he was not sat upon the thrown, regardless.
He reaches out to place a hand on Wangji's shoulder and give a gentle squeeze. It is so tempting to push something of the Light out through his hand -- Wangji does not seem well, and as a priest of the Light his first instinct is to turn towards it in times of need. But first thing's first. They will never get any peace with that man outside their door.]
I will do my best. Stay right there.
[He says, as if Wangji seems in any hurry of making any move at all. Offering a watery smile, he pushes himself -- somewhat stiffly -- to his feet, before crossing to the door where he takes in a deep breath. Steeling himself before he forces himself to stand up tall and pulls the door open before he can think better of it.]
I do not understand what was not made clear to you the last few times you brought this matter to our door, sir,
[Anduin begins, an authority in his voice he usually only reserves for those moments when it seems as though Genn and Jaina might actually go for each others' throats if they are not reminded that this is a council session and he is in fact their king and not the 10-year-old child they remember him as...]
((ooc: i was sort of planning to handwave this interaction between this man and anduin, unless you wanted to actually play it out together haha, just lmk!))
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He reaches out to place a hand on Wangji's shoulder and give a gentle squeeze. It is so tempting to push something of the Light out through his hand -- Wangji does not seem well, and as a priest of the Light his first instinct is to turn towards it in times of need. But first thing's first. They will never get any peace with that man outside their door.]
I will do my best. Stay right there.
[He says, as if Wangji seems in any hurry of making any move at all. Offering a watery smile, he pushes himself -- somewhat stiffly -- to his feet, before crossing to the door where he takes in a deep breath. Steeling himself before he forces himself to stand up tall and pulls the door open before he can think better of it.]
I do not understand what was not made clear to you the last few times you brought this matter to our door, sir,
[Anduin begins, an authority in his voice he usually only reserves for those moments when it seems as though Genn and Jaina might actually go for each others' throats if they are not reminded that this is a council session and he is in fact their king and not the 10-year-old child they remember him as...]
((ooc: i was sort of planning to handwave this interaction between this man and anduin, unless you wanted to actually play it out together haha, just lmk!))