#fieryconsort

Vauquelin did not need to run around after his brother, yet here he was. Elis was an atrocity of human waste, but his brother was still willing to run his messages for him. He did not particularly enjoy it, but it was one of those necessities. It was part of being a younger brother, wasn’t it? The letter had arrived to him early that morning, with instructions to pass it to Solaris Sollia, so he presumed it was some dreadful grovelling praise of the royal family and their kindness. Elis had to learn that the da Cassonas were in favour again and that it made them look bad to consistently kiss royal arse. Though, that didn’t stop Vauquet... in one sense.

The walk through the castle was relatively short, though he did occasionally stop to say something nice to someone he had the time for. He held the letter, bearing his brother’s seal, in one hand, his interest in the paper draining away with every step. Finally, he reached the consort’s chamber, and knocked on the heavy door. All he had to do was wait for him.

Now, he was waiting patiently for the queen's arrival, and when he caught sight of her, it was as if he was looking directly into Sollan’s light. Her beauty so immaculate. “You’re majesty. It is a pleasure to be in your presence,” he said with a bow.