To be completely honest, Cherion hadn't expected to run into Philia the literal second he stepped through the doors of Iryna's chamber. But then again, the guy basically lived in the imperial palace, constantly hovering around the royal family like a piece of pristine, self-righteous wallpaper. It made sense that he would pop out of nowhere precisely when things were at their most dramatic.
Well, whatever, Cherion thought, his arms hanging loosely at his sides as he walked deeper into the spacious chamber. He wasn't going to let Captain Virtuous ruin his morning.
"Ah, Duke Zarius, Lord Cherion," Philia voiced, gesturing slightly toward the doorway as he turned to face them, his voice smooth and melodic. "It is truly reassuring to see the North showing such profound concern for Her Highness."
