Eularia leaned in the doorway, studying Magnus, chuckling.
Though some part of her bristled at the fact he was here. An old lover in the living memorial of her husband. A man, who by all accounts was dead... She smiled pleasantly, though.
Oh, you're kind but the lies are not needed.She reached to brush the leaves of one of the plants, that littered the library.
Not at all, you are just as welcome to the library than anyone else.
Though some part of her bristled at the fact he was here. An old lover in the living memorial of her husband. A man, who by all accounts was dead... She smiled pleasantly, though.
No need for formal titles, in such an informal setting.No, Francesco had never enjoyed the titles and neither had she. Though in many settings those titles were forced upon them.
How have you been, Magnus?She entered the library finally, eyes drifting over the many plants that took up the bulk of space within the haven of books. It was most unusual and she loved it.
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