#i hope its okay i put emms in his library...maybe both trying to dodge the clamoring suitors bit

[recitedemise]

"Your tower is lovely. It hasn't a need for shadows and your wallowing, Gale."

"Mother—"

"You're hosting a party. I will coordinate."

Damn. And coordinate, he admonishes, she certainly did. Morena, indomitable as is she's wont, has fashioned together a feast for a hall of kings. Gale stands quite different, hair longer than in past and jaw tickled with beard, and though his fabrics and jewelry all echo plain his station, the lord, the lover, feels out of place. He desires escape. No, it's required. Slipping up the stairs, Gale leaves Morena's friends, but those comforts of his library come not unjoined at all. Slowly entering, he eyes her and shuts the door. Click! "There's apparently a dance planned for the evening," Gale starts, voice thundering amidst the plundering quiet. "Though, if you're determined to pass it waltzing with wits instead, I suggest you turn back and look at the 'd's. I believe you'll find Darsson's work most invigorating." / @volchtsa, liked.