sorry about delay, am on vacation cx
Strel looked into the murky waters of the rum inside the hand-made glass bottle. It was so bloody tempting but it was not for him to drink. It was for his King as a simple gift, as well as a thanks for the opportunity given him. That and it would be nice to do something kind and selfless for their leader, even if it was secretly kind of selfish. He sought no favors as he had little want for anything anymore. Strel was a content man and he was happy. Why not try sharing that happiness with the man who needed it more than he did? Swirling the bottle up at eye level, the Dauphin watched it settle and could almost smell the rum. What a pity it was not for him. But at least he had the sense to get another bottle for his personal use. Perhaps Noss would like to sample it with him, and they could have themselves a grand little party.
His niece-in-law's visit was still weighing him heavily, especially since he knew that he could not harbor the young man she loved in the Kingdom. It would not do, especially with what he knew about the young man. Vigilante would be wary and certainly Cercetori d'Arte would have told him what happened. Ayasha could not find her refuge in this place, and it saddened him that he could do no more for the girl than give advice. Girls were always confusing for the man, and he had never really had a problem with relationships (which was, naturally, a big ugly lie).
Strel peered up at the girl who appeared, remember that the King still had his children living with him. Lowering the bottle, the man gave a light smile to the young woman, wondering how much time had gone by since he had seen her, especially considering all of Ayita's litters were beginning to blur together for him. Was he getting old already? But the man peered at the girl again, and realized his mistake instantly. This was not the King's get, but the Knight's. Mentally slapping himself, and thankfully he had not opened his mouth yet, the redheaded tailor broadened his smile. "Hello there," he greeted, nodding his head at her question. "That I am." He gave a light laugh, raising a brow. "And you're one of Haven's kids, aren't you?"
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