@leiiptr || Starter Call
Fjorm
To say that the past few months have been stressful would be naught but an understatement. Complete with being in a world still so foreign to her, and the constant thought of her husband suddenly appearing here looming in the back of the mother’s mind, it is unsurprising that Naeva has found herself slipping away to collect her thoughts. Thankfully, the palace is vast, and there happen to be many places one can hide themselves away for an hour or two-- one of which is one of the land’s smaller gardens. It is a quaint place overrun by flowers-- all of which are unknown to the woman, and certainly would not be suited to Plegia’s climate--, providing cover from those that would pass either inside the castle’s walls, or nearby. From her first day here, it has been her haven-- a place she would tell only her children and grandchildren she was vanishing to in case if her skills were needed. Never once did the mother anticipate accidentally running into another soul who would think of visiting this place as well.
“My apologies, your highness. I did not know you would be here,”
It is odd, to refer to a princess in that way when she, herself, is a queen, but Naeva deems it the polite thing to do. This is, after all, a whole different world-- one here her authority and status means very little, much like the other royalty and nobility roaming Askr’s halls. Her gaze flickers off to the side for a brief moment, uncertain as to how she should proceed, but knowing turning on her heel and leaving would come off as quite rude.
“...Are you faring well?”