❝ mesaya , ❞ the name falls from her lips as gently as she can manage to avoid arising suspicion from those who linger in the great hall. an elegant arm comes to wind itself around the other woman’s , demure smile painted on her lips. ❝ i believe i ought to retire. accompany me ? ❞ she raises a brow at the woman , a subtle enough indicator that all is not as it seems. there is more to what she requires than a simple preparation for bed. in truth , she will not sleep. myriam guides the woman away , neutral expression plastered on her face like a mask. it is not until the pair are out of earshot that she speaks , assuming her mother tongue to add a layer of obscurity to her words.
❝ konīr iksis mirre naejot gaomagon ❞
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