𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍 here for one reason and one reason alone,   and that was to address the rumours spreading around troit.    she hardly believed them,   and yet she knew better than to underestimate the collective stupidity of her last three sons.   she is seething deep down;    the smile that she presents to her third son might seem sweet to anyone else,    but blaiz surely knows better.   blaiz surely knows his mother’s tactis by now.   blaiz surely knows that the dinner set before them is a trap.    nia’s guards leave the room just as swiftly as that smile had appeared on her face,   closing the double doors of nia’s private chambers as they leave.   now...    now,   it’s just the two of them.

“ blaiz, ”   nia speaks,   her tone full of pride and relief and all things similar.   sickly sweet,   just the way a mother should speak to her sons.   they’re all things she’s experienced in response to blaiz in fleeting moments,   but not now.   not now.    nia gestures to the large table before them,    far too big for just two people and yet the dishes laid upon it are grandiose enough to fill the space entirely.    “ why don’t you take a seat? ”