neron
"I bet you never expected you would say that," Neron drawled as she said she was glad to see him, remembering all too well his lifetime of laziness and withdrawal from family activities. Luckily, Halo did not stand for that sort of behaviour. Not that he still wasn't lazy, he just showed it through delegation of tasks now, rather than sleeping in until noon.
"That's right. Besides, if we are still going by Northaven's standards, there was only one monarchy and it would be near blasphemous to replace it." Here he shot her a mischievous grin, not knowing but guessing at the title she had given herself for the Hollowed Grounds.
They walked swiftly back along the corridors towards the platform, but Neron led them down a few steps this time and off into a side hallway. "Oh, it might well be the rage for a time. But frostbite and chilblains soon put a stop to trends," he said airily, pausing before a pale doorway that might well have been constructed from ice itself (of course it was glass, but the aesthetic was pleasing, frosted that it blocked the view to the inside. A torch burned brightly in a sconce beside it.
"It looks like they worked quickly to accommodate you," Neron murmured, clicking open the door and leading the way into the room. Furnished with the basics - bed, trunk, washbasin, it was elegantly simple. Most importantly, there was a fire roaring away in the hearth. "I trust this will suit the lady?"
"That's right. Besides, if we are still going by Northaven's standards, there was only one monarchy and it would be near blasphemous to replace it." Here he shot her a mischievous grin, not knowing but guessing at the title she had given herself for the Hollowed Grounds.
They walked swiftly back along the corridors towards the platform, but Neron led them down a few steps this time and off into a side hallway. "Oh, it might well be the rage for a time. But frostbite and chilblains soon put a stop to trends," he said airily, pausing before a pale doorway that might well have been constructed from ice itself (of course it was glass, but the aesthetic was pleasing, frosted that it blocked the view to the inside. A torch burned brightly in a sconce beside it.
"It looks like they worked quickly to accommodate you," Neron murmured, clicking open the door and leading the way into the room. Furnished with the basics - bed, trunk, washbasin, it was elegantly simple. Most importantly, there was a fire roaring away in the hearth. "I trust this will suit the lady?"
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
