NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
For reasons that were more apparent now than ever, Neron had been a scarce sight in the Citadel and indeed, even in the Palace as of late. Even prior to his recent visit to the Voice's shrine and all that had come after, he had been something of a recluse in his rooms. So it did not startle those within the Palace that this trend continued, and whilst news of the impending arrival of the Queen of the Hollowed Grounds was rife, no attempt was made for any kind of grand welcoming.
No, when Rexanna arrived at the Citadel, and then through to the Palace along with the guards Neron had promised, it would be directly to the Hailstorm's study that she was directed. Unusual protocol by anyone's standards, but Neron hoped she would understand when... well. When she understood.
He waited in a comfortable chair near one of his bookshelves, perusing a novel that, on closer inspection, was most definitely some sort of trashy romance. He had moved both chair and bookcase to the opposite end of the study to the roaring fireplace; a wise move, as he had been led to believe by his conversations with Wessex.
No, when Rexanna arrived at the Citadel, and then through to the Palace along with the guards Neron had promised, it would be directly to the Hailstorm's study that she was directed. Unusual protocol by anyone's standards, but Neron hoped she would understand when... well. When she understood.
He waited in a comfortable chair near one of his bookshelves, perusing a novel that, on closer inspection, was most definitely some sort of trashy romance. He had moved both chair and bookcase to the opposite end of the study to the roaring fireplace; a wise move, as he had been led to believe by his conversations with Wessex.
