#rosebrambles

"I did not mean the place as a whole, your Majesty,” the warden explained, a perfectly pleasant smile on her face as she sat down in a nearby seat, opposite to the Queen. Anora was a conundrum for Emmailen, a mix of emotions warring in the warden commander’s soul each time she came in contact with the woman. Part of her found Anora a pleasant company, a shrewd mind and an excellent leader. The other part could not help but scream that she had stood idle why Loghain sold the elves into slavery, signing Rilla’s death as if he had been the one to deliver the blow. She respects her Queen. She would very much want to like her. But such comes with time to put aside her bitterness.Now is much too soon. “I merely meant this particular room. I am afraid we have recently had to stave off an assassination attempt here and the blood spatters are not all gone. I would have preferred to welcome you in better quarters. But, apart from the inadequacy of this room, you are more than welcome to the Keep. Had we known, we would have prepared a more royal welcome.”