#alean

Alean, lady-in-waiting to the Queen of Elenia, was working on an embroidery project at the queen’s side when the door swung open abruptly. The prince regent walked in, a smile on his rugged face. He was followed by closely Kalten, his best friend and Alean’s favorite person. Alean couldn’t help but notice that her love almost looked sick.“Something amusing, darling?” The queen asked, once they had both bowed to her. Sparhawk chuckled as Kalten made a bee-line for the wine decanter. “Would you like me to tell them?” He asked. Kalten waved a hand flippantly. “We stopped at the market on our way back from the chapter house, and a woman in front of a rather nice smelling stand was handing out samples of their goods. Kalten accepted one and proceeded to eat it.” The ladies looked at each other for a moment, before looking back at Sparhawk. “It was soap.” Kalten said, before filling and draining a second glass.