Aegis burst into Evelyn's office like she owned the place.
Which, technically, she did. In any case, she arrived this way because an idea had fallen on her lap from the heavens themselves, like she imagined it must have gone for whoever the first person was to rub two sticks together and make fire.
"I want to host a dinner."
Evelyn didn't look up from her ledger. Her quill kept scratching across the page with the steady rhythm of someone who'd learned to work through interruptions.
"A garden dinner," she clarified.
Evelyn nodded slowly.
"Tomorrow," Aegis continued.
The quill paused.
"Tomorrow?"
"The day after, actually. For multiple noble houses." Aegis dropped into the chair across from Evelyn's desk, throwing one leg over the armrest. "Including some that don't like me."
Now Evelyn looked up.
"My lady, when you say 'some that don't like you,' how many are we talking about?"
Aegis thought about it.
"Most of them?"
