closed starter for: isolde kelindorr & evandris elarion || @vainglcriousx place: the elarion quarters time: a few days after the Kelindorr’s arrival
The Kelindorr are beholden to the Elarion, and as long as they rule fairly, that will remain so. Isolde has no desire to rock the boat or change tradition, so she flows along the river path accordingly, falling into courtesies as she must and performing her role appropriately, but never seeking her ruling house (or any ruling house for that matter) without a reason. The Kelindorr have no need for that, not when their house stands strong by their commitment to velkynar’s love.
With said thought in mind, Isolde finds herself before the door of the Elarion quarters, a carefully preserved bouquet in her hands. Nodding at the maid accompanying her, she watches through lidded eyes as she reaches forward and opens the door after someone inside the room had called for them to enter.
“Good evening,” she says, voice calm and near monotone as her eyes fall on the heir apparent to the house. “Heir Elarion,” she acknowledges properly, a smooth curtsy following, unencumbered by the bouquet on her hand. “Is the ruling lord here? I wished to pay my respects before we got caught up in the events and the ritual.”