"You finally show Your face," Yoru spits with vehemence, "Your Holiness."
Zephariel looks at the glimmering beauty perched on the dining table, a soft hint of pain and sadness in his eyes. Yuriel catches onto his weakness quickly and smiles with a pretentious benevolence: "Not who you are looking for, my dear Zephariel?"
"I dare not ask for too much, my Maester." Zephariel acquiesces with a suffered tolerance, which surprises Yoru. "I hope you had a nice time, and it is still too soon for you to leave the border of your realm, if I'm not mistaken." He speaks with careful, measured temperance.
