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(( Firstfall 9, 9:35, evening. @Teagan Guerrin ))
She had been spending quite a bit of time reading, making connections, and discovering that not everything she thought mattered was useful. The ledger provided some mundane details, but the real prize of that little book was Rigby’s payment to a man that had connection to a group that had harassed Rainesfere before.
She was still going through accounts of various bandits and possible merc groups that had accosted Rainesfere over the years, even before Breanna had taken over as Bann. She was still quite involved in this when her retainer arrived to help her get dressed for dinner.
It was a bit of a shock, as she was unaware of the time, and looked out her window to see the sun beginning to set. She’d shared a few meals with Teagan since arriving, but this one was a formal one. So, she allowed her new friend to help her get into the dress that she wouldn’t have been able to by herself -- or at least not gotten all the ties as tight as they needed.
She felt the flutter of nerves in her stomach. It wasn’t like there was anything really different about this. Other than dressing up nice. For Teagan.
She stared at herself in the mirror and frowned as she fixed her hair, content to do that without help. Butterflies should not be happening. They had kept the boundaries agreed upon, some light flirtation here and there. She intended to retain them, and be on her best behavior as promised.
It didn’t stop that longing that kept growing the more she was around him. Maybe this had been a terrible idea. Kiley fretted all the way down the hallways, only changing her expression when she saw Teagan waiting for her outside the dining room.
“Good evening, my lord,” she bowed, while a grin painted her lips. “Kind of you to invite me to dinner.”
She slipped her arm in his, tilting her head up to look at him, “I hope you didn’t work too hard after I left you this morning.”
She had been spending quite a bit of time reading, making connections, and discovering that not everything she thought mattered was useful. The ledger provided some mundane details, but the real prize of that little book was Rigby’s payment to a man that had connection to a group that had harassed Rainesfere before.
She was still going through accounts of various bandits and possible merc groups that had accosted Rainesfere over the years, even before Breanna had taken over as Bann. She was still quite involved in this when her retainer arrived to help her get dressed for dinner.
It was a bit of a shock, as she was unaware of the time, and looked out her window to see the sun beginning to set. She’d shared a few meals with Teagan since arriving, but this one was a formal one. So, she allowed her new friend to help her get into the dress that she wouldn’t have been able to by herself -- or at least not gotten all the ties as tight as they needed.
She felt the flutter of nerves in her stomach. It wasn’t like there was anything really different about this. Other than dressing up nice. For Teagan.
She stared at herself in the mirror and frowned as she fixed her hair, content to do that without help. Butterflies should not be happening. They had kept the boundaries agreed upon, some light flirtation here and there. She intended to retain them, and be on her best behavior as promised.
It didn’t stop that longing that kept growing the more she was around him. Maybe this had been a terrible idea. Kiley fretted all the way down the hallways, only changing her expression when she saw Teagan waiting for her outside the dining room.
“Good evening, my lord,” she bowed, while a grin painted her lips. “Kind of you to invite me to dinner.”
She slipped her arm in his, tilting her head up to look at him, “I hope you didn’t work too hard after I left you this morning.”