Far From Over
09-06-2014, 06:44 PM
The expression on the brute's face at the mention of her mother made Valeriya blink in confusion and ignore what he had said before. He seemed so utterly... enthralled with the idea of her survival, it was almost frightening. "She's alive... as far as we know," Val would admit sadly. "Raisa was taken by a birthing madness and left Ebony. I spent a season searching for her to no avail, and have only recently returned to take the throne she left behind." Despite how Valeriya might feel, this man seemed to have a fond interpretation of the the cinder queen that had come before her. She wondered what other stories or memories he might be able to or willing to share with her if she were to ask. Upon his introduction, Valeriya would bow her own acknowledgement to him. A fellow Xanilov? This was nothing to be scoffed at. Royal blood flowed in his veins just as it did"A pleasure then, Lord Fendar." But he was not done yet. It would seem this russet brute was full of surprises, (and courtesy which pleased and amused Val even more.) The pledge of placing himself in her service was the first true offer she had been made. Her mother had had many sworn knights, Katja among them, and she had not heard aught but good come form these arrangements. The fervor in Fendar's voice spoke to his commitment, his drive, and his reasons seemed true. Valeriya would let a broad and honest grin split her maw and a gentle laugh out as well. "You seem to be an honorable sort, Lord Fendar, and if you survived the coup you must certainly be capable. I would rest more easily knowing I had a knight such as yourself to back me. If you would like to make a home in New Ebony you are most welcome here." She supposed Fendar was her cousin, then, if he was born of Lizanna, but he seemed too gruff and weathered for such a youthful title. Perhaps she would deal with this in the future. |
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