[Past] Accident, Murder, or Murdurr?

[Takes place before Ella is married.]

Giles was foolish, even as he continued to converse with the young woman. She kept his attention, until she knew it'd thin the patience of the Chancellor. Particularly bratty, and amused with herself, she offered a wave towards Malachai as Giles finally left her.

She'd delivered the information on the fool; had become his favorite flirt, and almost-confidante. A dangerous game to play with her, when her loyalties were so far unaskewed from those that governed her.

And when it was done, she approached with a drink outstretched. 'tis like a curse, I'd say, her voice lilted over the murmur of those that gawked. But perhaps a dance will change your luck? She sipped from her own glass, as she held another to him, dark eyes sweeping across the gawkers.