@laledeveroux
Evgeny sat out in one of the castle gardens flipping through his notes, although he wasn’t quite reading them. While the words were important, he found his thoughts drifting back to the Castherian nobleman staying at the castle. So far, Lale Deveroux was an entertaining man. The duke wanted to see him again, but work had kept him much too busy to see to his own pleasures. Thus his notes. Flipping over the page, he continued reading the back, making small comments here and there before turning to the last page and making note of inventory loss. Being the court surgeon meant he was also in charge of keeping all supplies stocked, truly the most tedious aspect of his life.
A servant had arrived about twenty minutes ago with some finger food he had wanted. Grilled oysters, difficult to get in the north, and some wild mushroom ragout sat on the table beside him. Only one of each had been eaten so far. Looking up from his work again, he heard footsteps and turned to see who was coming out. A grin spread across his face when he saw Lale. “Mr. Deveroux,” he hummed, “come. Have a seat.” He gestured toward the white garden chair opposite him at the table.
