Mar 17, 2018
foreign || conrad & ismaire
@jehannasands
The strangest thing about arriving in Askr was not knowing, well, anyone. When Conrad had been summoned, he’d been so lucky as to find Anthiese was already there. Others didn’t have the same fortune. That strange man in purple still asked the summoner about a prince nearly every day.
When a new woman came to the castle, Conrad didn’t think much before walking over to her with a small wave and a sheepish smile.
He noted, with a strange feeling in his gut, she looked very similar to his mother. And with that revelation, a feeling - protectiveness? longing? perhaps regret - washed over him.
“I’m Conrad,” he said gently. “You?”