Love in the LIbrary

Eularia smiled at the flower as he presented it to her, leaning to inhale its scent. Her daughter was in Denerim, with the king. Had she enlisted Magnus to deliver a message? Too many ears to ask.

It's beautiful. Thank you. She murmured, holding it in her palms. She'd hold it there for a moment longer, before carefully placing it into the nearest pot. It'd not survive; they never did. But she could watch it as its life-cycle cycled through phases.

You are too kind to me, Magnus.