day one with cerissa crakehall @monarkhes
while he prided himself on his plentiful friends and connections there were perhaps only a few people in the world that he truly trusted. most he could take a calculated risk on - putting trust in the fact that their interests aligned enough that their decisions would benefit each other - or at least he found them predictable enough that even if they were to make the mistake of betraying him he would be able to see it coming. but when it came to his aunt there was no concern felt over either of those things. there would be no betrayal and he knew that he would look after the interests of lannisport as though it were crakehall. the bond between them ran deep, the lord forever grateful of the way that she had stepped in after the death of his mother and there were few whose company he would rather be in. so as important as discussions of trade and alliances were, as much as he wished to capitalise upon the time he was amongst so many others, those desires were briefly set aside when the desire to speak with his aunt exceeded them. he slipped graciously away from his conversation once it had come to a close, picking up two glasses of wine as he made his way over to the crakehall. wine is held out in meagre offering, the woman before him deserving far more as a show of gratitude. "lady aunt." greeting was spoken softly, reminiscent of how the words had left his lips when he was a child. "I have some updates for you but first I would like to hear how you are. business can wait - " eyes glinted, mirth in them as his jest concluded. "- for a few moments at least."
