She was living a comfortable life here. There was need of a translator considering the borders, and she knew the tongue enough for her services to be needed at the moment. Enough that there was need to teach the language as well, offering her at least some weeks of a job.
Sure enough, after they would be done she would find a calm place to settle- there was no doubt in her mind that her services were acceptable. In this thought, she almost forgot she had a bed to return to- and rushed before it would become too late and dangerous to go.
And it was in this rush she bumped into the Lord himself, her papers dropping- not that she was securely holding them. Hands went to cover her face immediately when she realized who she bumped into, before she bowed, half in apology, half to collect her papers themselves.
“Yes, my Lord. It is me who should apologize now-
I was in such a rush I was not looking anywhere but in front of myself-“ she offered her apology with a smile, picking up her papers with an appreciative nod. “Yes, yes, I am fine, yes. And yourself, my Lord? “
Tyron was no king, he was really just an adviser. Though should the king die, he would be king. For he is next in line. With his brother dead from battle many years ago. It left him to be next in line..Till then, he serves as the royal adviser. Staying the old and maddening king from doing anything too rash..if he can manage it.
Looking to the woman he gives a faint smile and finishes collecting things with her. He can not tell in this light what papers are her own and what are his own. He clears his throat.
“I am just fine, no harm done. But I’m afraid we need to sort these papers out. I can’t have you looking at any potential secret documents.” He gives a wink and a smirk, before he moves to go towards a torch on the castle wall. Providing light for them to sort out the papers between them.
“I’ve seen you’re face. But forgive me, I do not know you’re name my dear lady.”
