#shadowseveron

There was a time when Sinbyrn's felt envy of the former priest. How embarrassing, how foolish, though not entirely surprising given the backward decisions that led to his ascent. Favored by the Queen, Sinbyrn had watched Severon benefit in ways she knew he was undeserving of, and now? The Queen was dead and cast down like the useless elve he was. Now the true devotions of Lloth could be carried out and Sinbyrn had a jester to laugh at whenever their paths crossed. "It is good to see you keeping busy. At least, you appear to be so. I've always found your toys to be so amusing, but are you sure you possess the capacity for instruction?" She never thought so. During their brief shared time in the clergy, Sinbryn can't recall a single time she sought out Severon for instruction. She doubted there was anything of value he could offer her, but she was quite good at forcing anyone to be useful one way or another. Even the lowest in their society. "You should consider working at my personal behest. You'd be well cared for and well used. A few decades performing under my instruction and all memory of your shortcomings will be erased. I can even petition the Triumvirate to make it official."

            The funeral of her own best friend drained Èdelie. Between that, the development of New Rome, the aching for her winter chancellor, and the events that temporarily affected her abilities at the red wedding, the fey’s state of mind is too muddled to properly have a coherent thought. The appearance of Severon startled her even more, apprehensive whenever he is around without much reason. Nonetheless, she has found a liking towards his presence as their companionship progresses, although it could be out of selfishness due to him fulfilling her sexual desires. Cue the brunette inquiring, “What are you doing here?”, stoic as she analyzes his frame. The question’s not asked to sound ungrateful, she’s entertained by his shenanigans, however is surprised.