In Lieu of Formalities

The click of heels echoing through the palace had announced the arrival of the Archmage, and her return from the Hollowed Grounds, where she had travelled to tie up a few loose ends. One didn't disappear suddenly without leaving a few things undone after all. Upon arrival, a few quick and quiet orders were given to send maids scurrying off to prepare rooms for those who had come along with the Launceleyn Family Head. That she had children with her wouldn't be terribly a surprise to anyone, she had not hidden that fact. As for who had fathered them? Well, Beatrix was easy, her parentage no secret. But the young boy with tanned skin, bright green eyes, and soft curls who toddled along at her heels? His father was dead. Plain and simple. That didn't mean he needn't meet one of his few living relatives though. And so it was that Zariah made her way to the place Neron could be found at this hour - his personal room. Far more secure and private than an office after all. She knocked first, waiting to gain entrance. "Neron. It is Zariah." she said, announcing herself, so he wouldn't simply dismiss her for a maid or someone else. zariah If it is danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.