An Heir Walks into the Club, No That's Not How That Goes...

Seraphine listened to Kaczor intently, her expression thoughtful as she considered the implications of the conversation. She’d always appreciated how candid Kaczor could be, even if it was layered under a smooth exterior of charm and politeness. The mention of money caught her attention, but she held her thoughts close, masking them with a light smile.

Ser Rodger has retired, she began, her tone polite but firm. Truthfully, I was beginning to grow beyond his instruction even before his departure. His teachings were thorough, but... well, a student eventually needs more than repetition. New challenges. Her fingers brushed absently along the edge of her glass, pausing for a moment before continuing. Unfortunately, fencing in the estate is... restricted. Permission is required, and even then, the weapons are strictly monitored. My voice wouldn’t carry much weight.

Seraphine's eyes flickered briefly toward Malik, who had shifted seats once again. A faint, knowing smirk tugged at her lips as she caught sight of his new vantage point. So, I am certainly taking up your suggestion, she said, her voice brightening slightly. If it pleases you, we could take turns. One week in the Palace, the following at the Tilani estate. It would be... discreet, and it would give me the freedom to practise without having to jump through quite so many hoops. You could annoy your… brother in law, both at home and during his duty.

With that, she reached out, offering her hand to Kaczor, her smile sharpening with a touch of mischief. What do you say, Lady Tilani? Shall we shake on our conspiracy and give him something to stew over? She made no effort to disguise the flicker of amusement in her eyes as she tilted her head slightly in Malik's direction, the motion subtle but deliberate. It was a small gesture, but one meant to provoke, to make him wonder what agreement had just been struck between them understanding they had his full attention.

@Kaczor Tilani