With her recovery complete, Adaria had begun her studies at the university. It had been some time since she had met the assassin on the road, in some regards it had been too long, the man reminding her a little of her old man in how he quipped and entertained her with his wit. Her father had always told her that sound advice and council did not always come from experience, or from those who had no understanding of the world or the people, from their glittering palaces. They knew nothing of the people they were supposed to lead. As a man of the world, Zevran was well travelled, held experiences and knowledge no stuffy noble could offer. Along with a sharp and accurate knife.
Informing her aunt of the visit was done over dinner, permission hadn’t been sought, but she doubted it would be an issue. Keeping her aunt out of her calculations was crucial to her safety and Adaria would not have her or her cousin brought into her scheme. If Enzo grew a backbone and gave her a clear reason why her network wasn’t required, or her council unneeded, she would accept her role, but she would refuse the proposal. She would not be chained to the role of broodmare and sitting spectator while Antiva needed their guidance. Especially now.
With word filtering through the household, the news of his arrival reached her quickly as the Princess swept the nearby minds. Making her way quickly, she’d find him already being entertained by Mica, her pace slowing as she entered into the vestibule. Gathering her hands in front of her, Adaria curtseyed in greeting. Zevran, I’m glad you could come. Dorris, can you bring tea into the conservatory. If you’ll excuse us, Aunt, our friend and I have some catching up to do. Half-turning, she’d gesture in the direction, waiting for the elf to join her and offer his arm to walk.
Informing her aunt of the visit was done over dinner, permission hadn’t been sought, but she doubted it would be an issue. Keeping her aunt out of her calculations was crucial to her safety and Adaria would not have her or her cousin brought into her scheme. If Enzo grew a backbone and gave her a clear reason why her network wasn’t required, or her council unneeded, she would accept her role, but she would refuse the proposal. She would not be chained to the role of broodmare and sitting spectator while Antiva needed their guidance. Especially now.
With word filtering through the household, the news of his arrival reached her quickly as the Princess swept the nearby minds. Making her way quickly, she’d find him already being entertained by Mica, her pace slowing as she entered into the vestibule. Gathering her hands in front of her, Adaria curtseyed in greeting. Zevran, I’m glad you could come. Dorris, can you bring tea into the conservatory. If you’ll excuse us, Aunt, our friend and I have some catching up to do. Half-turning, she’d gesture in the direction, waiting for the elf to join her and offer his arm to walk.
How was your journey? Not too taxing I hope?
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