closed for @trigger-and-wings‘s Cullen!
There’s a knock at her chamber door, pulling the archer out of her somewhat frenzied packing. She lets out a quiet sigh. She was tripping, becoming anxious and letting that anxiety control her. Of course, she had to do what she had to, that did not change, but how she acted about it could be controlled.
Crossing the too-large room, she opened the door slightly, peering at the dimly lit figure before opening it fully. The commander. It was definitely rare to see him away from his work, or his soldiers. Had she worried her advisers so? She frowns at that thought. Margaux would admit that receiving the news from her twin made her stomach turn, and maybe, in her continuous worry, she hadn't acted in her usual manner.
“Commander Cullen.” She addressed. “Hopefully my conduct hasn't pulled you away from your work. Either way..... I am glad you are here.”
Cullen was not a man she trusted with her life, but one could say that for most people. Or the entire population of this world except for one. What counted was he had not played with her preliminary, temporary trust. He, in the small time they knew each other, didn't particularly press her on her Herald-ness, didn't ask her if she spoke for the gods she didn't know were real. if she was chosen. Maybe that’s why she favored him somewhat, as she did with ambassador Montilyet.
She opened the door fully, silently inviting him in to the chaotic interior, closing the door behind him then going back to attend to the new batch of arrows she was making. Only this and saddling her horse was left on her itinerary, then she would be in Ostwick. On personal business.
