Lion Head Mesa But the roses were only to drain my inspiration

Making the briefest of assumptions that these two would have known/known of each other since they were in the same pack! LMK if that’s not kosher <3

That voice, that scent.

Familiar.

Too familiar.

Aquillius couldn’t avoid her forever. It simply would not be polite, even if he did feel like her marriage to his father was a slight against his mother.

His father had married her, but the woman in the baths had agreed.

So, he was stiff, yet formal when he entered the room, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth and his entire body locked at the joints.

What could he even say? Do? She was here and yet she wasn’t supposed to be. She was supposed to be giving his father a new son, one who was a good one, one who did not fail.

In the end, he settled for a little cough to alert her to his presence, and a short, clipped greeting.

Lady Fennec.

His heartbeat quickened.