Flashbacksech0es - Loving Him Was Red

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"My Dear," Edmund greeted Thinya warmly, and kissed her cheek.

"How did you two enjoy your honeymoon?" Edmund asked as he led Benedict and Thinya into Aubrey Hall. The rest of their family had already arrived and were waitng for them in the garden, there was already talk of a game of pall mall once everyone arrived.

"You both have been missed."

"Of that, I have no doubt." The song drew to an end, and Edmund politely applauded the musicians with the other dancers and bowed to his future daughter-in-law.

"Thank you for the dance, my dear. I believe my son wants his fiancée back, though."

Hearing her own words echoed back at her made Leanora smile.

"Well put, Your Highness." The lady-in-waiting paused taking in the view.

"I should see to my mistress, but I hope to take you up on your offer to look at the stars later tonight, perhaps after dinner?"

"It is a lovely place to live, as I'm sure is your island, the things that make these places beautiful is different, but in the end it's still beautiful." Leanora said smiling, it was not her place to tell the prince of her king's plan to negotiate a trade deal between the two kingdoms, but even Lea could see that this little island was going to be a profitable trade partner.

"What is your favorite thing about your kingdom, Your Highness?"

Władysław Czachórski, A Lady in a Lilac Dress with Flowers, 1903 (detail)

"That is a very long and complicated story," Michael made note of the wedding ring on Peggy's finger.

"So, you married Fred." He couldn't help but sound disappointed, his feelings on Fred Wells had not changed in the slightest the entire time he'd been presumed dead, he did still very much regret quarreling with his sister the last time they spoke.

@flashbacksech0es ; "The last time we spoke, we argued. I'm sorry." (From Michael Carter)

The shock that courses through her is is cold, electrifyingly so. For a moment she feels as if she's dreaming. Years -- it's been years. More than that, he'd been...dead. Or -- he'd been presumed dead. She remembers the day her mother had received the letter.

Yet here he is, standing in her office. Years of espionage have made her suspicious, but she wants to believe that it really is him. He looks older -- a decade, at least. She knows that stranger things have happened, but...

She blinks back tears, her throat thick. She reaches out a hand, but it falls before she reaches him. "Michael -- what are you...how are you alive?"

Callan pursed his lips.

He didn't quite belive his cousin, but it also wasn't his place to question Lyra, she was the daughter of his High Lord and High Lady, she technically out ranked him.

"... Be careful, that's all I'll say for now."

"Ava is working at the camps. It's different." Callan argued, Ava already had permission to be at the camps, so Lyra's comment about not telling their family did not bode well.

"Ly, what are you doing?" Callan really didn't like this, especially because if anyone found out and found out that he knew about it, there would be consequences.