🥶️ for our muses to warm up by cuddling close to a fire .
Riven's footsteps ghosted along the stone hallways, the guard next to him keeping a hand on his lower back - guiding him through the grand architecture of Krovs. "If you've lied about this, you will be punished severely." The guard warned as they rounded a corner, Riven nodded at him calmly. "I understand, I'm just trying to follow what I was told before, sir." He explained, voice as meek as a lamb. When they arrived in front of the door, Riven went to reach out and knock but his wrist was roughly slapped aside before the guard knocked twice and gave Riven a shove forward.
Gently folding his hands before him, Riven called out from the otherside of the door. "Master Colin...if you're in there and you still meant it. A storm's rolling in if you'd like company. If not - I'll take my leave." Riven prayed he wasn't wrong, that he'd at least remembered this correctly.
