Maeve
Her head lifts from where it’s buried in her work, brows lifting at the mention of a package, but the Nightshade doesn’t keep him waiting. ”Come in,” she calls out, putting her quill back into her ink pot as she stands, pushing away from the desk with the intention of meeting him at the door. Her lips curl into an easy smile as Aidon appears at her side, just as eager to greet the visitor as Maeve is to receive her package.
Stepping to the side so he can come in, Maeve closes the door behind him, ”Please have a seat. I’m sure you’re a bit cold from the traveling.” The queen hums, shifting closer to the pot of tea that was just brewed moments before he arrived. ”Would you like some tea?”
Stepping to the side so he can come in, Maeve closes the door behind him, ”Please have a seat. I’m sure you’re a bit cold from the traveling.” The queen hums, shifting closer to the pot of tea that was just brewed moments before he arrived. ”Would you like some tea?”
Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter
To the one appointed to see this through
To the one appointed to see this through
