the end is nigh - what a relief

Perhaps against his better sense, he could not believe the voice that he heard. It was not one of the pages, not Bodil. Not even Victoria presuming to let herself into his chambers. It was Aoife. She'd returned.

A range of emotions flew across the entirety of his body and he managed to keep himself in place. It would be rather improper for him to suddenly step into her view naked. He settled for sinking into the warm water a bit further. Trying to settle and ease his mind again into more rational thoughts.

Sebastian felt his heart - or was it his stomach? - lurch. An easy flood of memory of all the times he'd taken to visit Leandra Amell. To give company to the lonely woman in the, well, typically empty estate. The same tea they'd always shared, it had been her favorite and so to had Sebastian grown to enjoy it in time.

But then, the fact that Aoife had taken the time to find this set off some alarms in his head. Something had to be wrong, or perhaps she was trying to butter him up for some outlandish request. More-so than some of the crazy ones she'd had to date, at least.

He soon realized he'd not said a single word. At least not beyond his... less than polite greeting when he was assuming someone wanted something of him as Prince.

I'm here, he called, tipping his head back a bit to see if he could catch a glimpse of her. The chambers weren't massive, she'd be able to follow his voice - he hoped. He assumed.