Deepwood Weald You never knew? Good.

She melted into his touch, snow drifting onto a backdrop of night. It appeared, as plush ears tilted to absorb words and details from the conversation her presence had interrupted, that these were less strangers than she'd originally thought - not entirely unascertained to Raziel. 

An incline of her pale chin gave signal to her greeting, after the empress' name had been spoken from her husband's lips. Gwen felt the uncomfortable prickle of acapuncture needles prodding at her figure, drawing her gaze to meet the eyes of the stygian male opposite - she watched his vision trace her own, as though locked in unspoken thoughts, and pondered to herself what had brought upon the secrecy of his memories. It was not the first time she had been mistaken for someone else, and she doubted it would be the last.

"Pleasure to meet you both." Came the curious nod, shifting her eyes away from Damien to listen as the conversation progressed. An alliance; this had not been mentioned to her, but she would listen. It could be beneficial for everyone involved.