Theories and Prophesies of the Liar Zenovia

There she was, hiding, as usual. Rene’s eyes rolled, growing frustrated by the lacking of confidence where there should be none. Yet, her quip about her face matching her fiery red hair had him cackle wickedly. And I’m certain he’d ask if the carpet matched… He wanted to avoid the topic of eating-faces, what little she knew the better of their increasingly dire situation.

You are family, pursuing your own career. Why wouldn’t we support you? You have an incredible mind, Lia. It would be a dishonour on our part, not to nurture it. Be that financially or otherwise. He would hear no more of this nonsense, taking his jacket and fixing her with a firm look. Don’t distract me with your adorable little details. It is high time you realise, your name carries more weight than you consider. Do you realise how many eager researchers I had to dissuade from you enjoying an evening? You deserved to shine, and you did… well, I’d argue you did more than that. Especially on one particular Tevene.

Rene’s brow arched. You must know your Smooth-Kisser is the leader of the Eyes. The Chancellor to the Archon. Probably the second most powerful man in Tevinter? Of course not, she might have suspected he was far more involved than he let on, but that also garnered the man a small amount of respect for her safety. It still didn’t sit right with Rene, protective of the more naive scholar. She had attracted the attention of a rather dangerous individual.

I bet I’ve adequately distracted you now. Come, we’ll wander and look for your book, but food first. He couldn’t quite rightly do this on an empty stomach and once reaching the door the expected servant was not the one who met them there, face white and chest heaving though he’d been running at full speed. Rene frowned, eyeing him up and down and pushing Lia behind him. Out with it boy, what’s the fuss?

Through gasps, he’d explain that Luce had sent him, urging him to reach Rene with haste. “Master said, ‘Elephant Circus’ and you’d know what that meant, ser. Told me to run, like there was a hound nippin’ at my heels all the way.”

Rene gripped the doorframe tightly, his head stiffly nodded. Thank you Henry, much appreciated. I suggest you do the same getting back, here, he’d fumble about a pocket, taking a few coins. For a horse to hire. Off you go, good lad.

@Ophelia Jolfy