#also dmitrei is thinking about harrion a lot can you tell

[dmitreimassard]

Good Feeling | Dmitrei & Evie

“You will want to know about your sister,” He said, eyebrow raised as she approached him. He knew that it could be nothing else with that look. The last time they had spoken, she had asked about Celia, but Dmitrei had only relayed as little as he might “Your mother will have told you by now?” He paused, “I have no more news than I did when we last spoke,” He began, although that was a lie. They had at least made it as far as Vysco, he knew. It would not be long now before they returned: and Dmitre was eager to see this man for himself and confirm his suspicions as to his true identity.

“I cannot promise you that your sister is safe, any more than I can promise that you that I will come to see the dawn. Your mother may wring her hands and pace the floor with worry, but I will say this to you: I believe she is safe and that no harm will come to her. This man who took her from her men must be a great swordsman indeed if he could accomplish such a thing. So what better traveling companion could she hope to have? Oh, I’m sure he is rough around the edges, but he will see that no harm comes to her. He surely knows who she is and what is she worth. All he wants for your sister is gold so he will return her in much the same condition as she was found.” 

He took her arm, “I know this will not cease your worrying, my lady, but hopefully it will ease it some. At least long enough for you to enjoy this most happy occasion. For now you have a brother,” He said, motioning to where Jon Valles was sitting next to his new wife. 

He cracked a slight smile, “Are you disappointed with him?” He asked. His voice was low: he did not want anyone to hear. “I had a brother once,” He began, “Not a brother by blood, but a brother all the same. I was rather let down by him as well. In the end, he died. But then the south is a cruel place. Say what you will about the capital: there aren’t as many funerals.” He couldn’t resist taking one more look at Valles. 

He smiled again, a small one out of the corner of his mouth, “You mustn’t listen to me, sweetling. I’ve had too much of the wine. There are happy things to talk of: for all of his many faults, your sister looks happy with him, does she not?”