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28.Apr.18, 10:41 AM
Xyliah looked up, pausing in her conversation with Yanzi, as a knock sounded on the main door to her rooms. A delicate frown formed between her eyebrows even as Yanzi made a teasing comment about her husband-to-be Jalazmar stopping by to woo her in the early morning light. Xyliah scowled at her good naturedly as she shooed Yanzi to answer the door, rolling her eyes playfully and breathing out a deep and steadying breath. She certainly hoped it wasn’t Jalazmar! She wasn’t at all prepared – mentally or emotionally! – to deal with the man right that moment; she was much too focused on girlish gossip with Yanzi. Their wedding was just days away, and every time Xyliah thought she had her wild emotions under control, something broke loose! She had spent most of the previous night crying non-stop, and she had no idea why! It was all such a mess!
The wicked smirk on Yanzi’s face when the woman returned told Xyliah that whoever had been at the door was in some way connected to Jalazmar. That was confirmed when her maid relayed the message, and Xyliah frowned in confusion, tilting her head. Her innocent question of what Jalazmar could possibly want her for so early, had Yanzi giggling as she went into great detail of what men wanted so early. So late. All the time. Xyliah was positively mortified as she fled the room and made her way to where the messenger had told Yanzi to have her go. Since she hadn’t been dismissed, Yanzi followed curiously, greatly enjoying Xyliah’s flustered rushing.
Xyliah felt she’d made it to the room where she’d been instructed in good time, but who knew how long the messenger had taken to get to her? Pushing the door open, Xyliah peered in curiously and quickly spotted Jalazmar. Flashing a polite smile – her face was still tinged quite heavily with her blush – Xyliah swept into the room and was about to curtsy to Jalazmar when she spotted the two guests. Her eyebrows arched up slightly, and she took them in with interest as Yanzi snuck in behind her and quietly closed the door.
Turning her gaze from the two people she didn’t know, Xyliah lifted an eyebrow at Jalazmar, wondering what was so urgent but not willing to question him in front of people she didn’t know, or make a fool of herself if something terrible had happened. Maybe someone in his family had had an emergency? Births? Deaths? … What if his father had called off the wedding? Decided she wasn’t good enough for him after all and found someone of a higher rank to marry him like he deserved… Xyliah’s face lost most of its colour, and she glanced back towards the visitors, noticing at last that the man was a dragonrider. It was the steadying hand of Yanzi on her shoulder that had Xyliah remembering who she was, if nothing else, and she took strength from her maid.
“You sent for me, my lord?” she asked, turning her attention back to Jalazmar and keeping her chin up and her voice steady as she waited to find out what was going on.
Yanzi
The wicked smirk on Yanzi’s face when the woman returned told Xyliah that whoever had been at the door was in some way connected to Jalazmar. That was confirmed when her maid relayed the message, and Xyliah frowned in confusion, tilting her head. Her innocent question of what Jalazmar could possibly want her for so early, had Yanzi giggling as she went into great detail of what men wanted so early. So late. All the time. Xyliah was positively mortified as she fled the room and made her way to where the messenger had told Yanzi to have her go. Since she hadn’t been dismissed, Yanzi followed curiously, greatly enjoying Xyliah’s flustered rushing.
Xyliah felt she’d made it to the room where she’d been instructed in good time, but who knew how long the messenger had taken to get to her? Pushing the door open, Xyliah peered in curiously and quickly spotted Jalazmar. Flashing a polite smile – her face was still tinged quite heavily with her blush – Xyliah swept into the room and was about to curtsy to Jalazmar when she spotted the two guests. Her eyebrows arched up slightly, and she took them in with interest as Yanzi snuck in behind her and quietly closed the door.
Turning her gaze from the two people she didn’t know, Xyliah lifted an eyebrow at Jalazmar, wondering what was so urgent but not willing to question him in front of people she didn’t know, or make a fool of herself if something terrible had happened. Maybe someone in his family had had an emergency? Births? Deaths? … What if his father had called off the wedding? Decided she wasn’t good enough for him after all and found someone of a higher rank to marry him like he deserved… Xyliah’s face lost most of its colour, and she glanced back towards the visitors, noticing at last that the man was a dragonrider. It was the steadying hand of Yanzi on her shoulder that had Xyliah remembering who she was, if nothing else, and she took strength from her maid.
“You sent for me, my lord?” she asked, turning her attention back to Jalazmar and keeping her chin up and her voice steady as she waited to find out what was going on.
Yanzi
