"You should still eat," he cautioned lightly. "Perhaps try some."
Rhys didn't take it as a slight. Of course, there were many connotations about Alphas proving they could be providers by offering Omegas food but this wasn't the same. Not really, at any rate. He's made food for others in the past but he didn't feel the heavy meanings with them.
"This place," there was a pause as he looked around, thinking about how to word it. "Is a sanctuary. A secret sanctuary." Sharp eyes returned to her, serious and dark with warning. "This sanctuary is secret and unknown to the others. If anyone caught scent of this place..." Just thinking about what the others would do to his beloved city made him growl softly. Nothing had happened, of course, but the implication that something could happen almost had him pacing.
"This is Velaris. It has been a protected secret of my family line for centuries, warded and secreted away to the point where no one knows of its existence. And it will remain that way." His underlying threat was real this time. "You must promise that you will never breathe a word of it to anyone. Ever. People who come here seek refuge from the laws that Prythian believe to be just, no matter the person's status."
He should do something with his hands, prepare a salad. Yes, that would be useful. Rhys started doing that, working off some of his tension by tearing up the lettuce. "There's a reason why there is a shortage of Omegas out in Prythian, and it's not because they aren't being born."
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Rhys didn't take it as a slight. Of course, there were many connotations about Alphas proving they could be providers by offering Omegas food but this wasn't the same. Not really, at any rate. He's made food for others in the past but he didn't feel the heavy meanings with them.
"This place," there was a pause as he looked around, thinking about how to word it. "Is a sanctuary. A secret sanctuary." Sharp eyes returned to her, serious and dark with warning. "This sanctuary is secret and unknown to the others. If anyone caught scent of this place..." Just thinking about what the others would do to his beloved city made him growl softly. Nothing had happened, of course, but the implication that something could happen almost had him pacing.
"This is Velaris. It has been a protected secret of my family line for centuries, warded and secreted away to the point where no one knows of its existence. And it will remain that way." His underlying threat was real this time. "You must promise that you will never breathe a word of it to anyone. Ever. People who come here seek refuge from the laws that Prythian believe to be just, no matter the person's status."
He should do something with his hands, prepare a salad. Yes, that would be useful. Rhys started doing that, working off some of his tension by tearing up the lettuce. "There's a reason why there is a shortage of Omegas out in Prythian, and it's not because they aren't being born."