#elja.threads

"so...you're my uncle's spymaster?" there had been a number of changes in the small council since elja was last in valachia. they were doing their best to keep up on such matters but...politics were far from their forte. or interest. "i can only imagine that you've suddenly become very busy." it was...surprising and yet not at the same time - the sudden fall of nyxen's queen. if someone wished to poison a royal, it would certainly seem the time to do it. that does not mean it was any less a shock to witness. "heard anything important yet?"

in truth, elja cannot recall the last time they had seen their sibling in a royal capacity. they had seen each other during their brief shared time at the academy - a time that only served to push elja away from them - and despite them both growing to serve in the same wing of the dracovlăst, the time they saw each other was also brief. and it had never been among the court they were both raised in. elja much preferred the military to this - there was no reason to hide or put on a mask on the battlefield. here? every move and word was analyzed far too closely for their liking. perhaps it is due to the rather unfortunate events of this affair that has elja even considering speaking to them again - that is certainly what they will blame it on as they move closer, voice lowered, "...luthien." words escape them for a moment, a hand raising to run through pale locks, "i was unsure if you would come back or stay with the wing. you seem...well."