Theories and Prophesies of the Liar Zenovia

Rene rolled his eyes, irritation at being prodded about the likelihood of their relocation. Nothing is set in stone, but only fools should ignore the fading magic and increasing… chill in the air. Procurement of a boat is not on the cards, but one cannot be picky when trying to outrun… whatever is coming to dine on our corpses. Shrugging he’d brush her concerns aside for the moment in lieu of chiding her lightly.

Oh Boo-hoo he chimed, You are established now. "Talk of Tevinter," I heard. Your influence carries more than you think. Be careful with that. Power, even new found power was tempting, one could easily fall under its influence or machinations. Rene rather she didn’t fall prey to some Tevene internal plot because of her discovery.

Her protest had him sit up abruptly. They certainly did. And you definitely fluttered them back. And his voice lowered to something more conspiratorial, I’m not just talking about your little birthday smooching. Pulling his body back deep into the lounger, Rene tugged the chord. Excuses. Soft kissable lips. Filthy girl.

Now he wasn’t so bothered by her rousing him, between observing both Phia and the Princess over the course of their trip he had been quite exhausted by ensuring they returned home no worse for wear. There had been no opportunity to press her on the details of her fraternising. He tried not to roll his eyes with her nervous babbling, hoping to sway him from prying into her affairs. There would be no such luck.

Perhaps he’s come to visit you and is waiting, naked, with only the book covering his person? Or was that perhaps a daydream of yours? He flashed her a wide, smug grin before dipping out of the chair to find a clean looking jacket to roam out with.

@Ophelia Jolfy