Arrow Lake pronuntio

lady meadow was a romantic, he felt as they walked. he was not. it was not so much an incompatibility as was her status in epoch and his in mereo. he had considered these points and others as he had traveled. 

now that they moved alongside one another, now that he had seen the sheen of her eyes and the tension in her jawline, the imperator wondered at the stark absence of any joy. "reyson is a good man with a fierce loyalty to his duties. and i cannot fault him his attentiveness toward you, lady meadow."

perhaps he had not meant to speak so plainly. but it had always been the route of the imperator. his eyes fell to her visage and then he turned back to the lake with its reflection of autumn-wreathed trees.

"would you like to discuss this unhappiness, lady meadow?" the eagle inquired in an even tone. she had offered to be a shore during his sea-tossed time. he would extend the same to her.