Moloch grinned and his glass, "But for so many nobles and courtiers, adaptation is limited to silken words and shadowy intrigues. It is a limitation that leaves them unprepared for a situation outside their comfort zone. I would know. I frequently make use of surprises."
Aada took another sip from her goblet. She raised an eyebrow at him, "Is that so? I suppose you will be keeping me on my toes then."
"Would you like to step outside? It is a clear night and I've always found the stars to be inspiring."
Aada hesitated a moment. Past propriety had always held her back from private interactions with men. It seemed that no matter how innocent the intentions, there was always some whisper circling the court that torrid affairs were burning behind closed doors. Aada had seen more than one reputation ruined by such whispers. But would it be so bad if those whispers circulated around herself and Moloch? Had they been in Cinnabar, in full view of the court, perhaps they would be. But here? Here, she and Arim were secluded from the court. So long as they didn't completely embarrass themselves, they would be safe enough from malicious rumours.
And, a small, powerful voice reminded her at the back of her head, she wanted this. She could deal with any consequences later. She smiled, "Yes, that would be nice."
She followed Moloch out to the gardens surrounding the Capitol. The air was cool and Aada could hear the water lapping just beyond the walls. Everything was calm and still. Light spilled out from the windows, casting a soft glow on the paths beneath them. The silvery light of the moon complimented the glow, casting just enough light to see by. The stars shone. Moloch had been right, the sky was clear. Aada tilted her head back, taking in the sky. No matter how many times she saw the night sky, it always filled her with awe. "It's beautiful." she said, her voice low, reluctant to disturb the hush that filled the garden.
Arim watched from the corner of his eye as Aada and Moloch left the hall. He sat back, letting his eyes grow heavy. He feigned a yawn, "Forgive me gentleman, I fear I will have to turn in for the night. Long journeys always have a habit of tiring me. A pleasure," he rose from his seat and bowed his head to those who remained at the table before taking his leave.
A servant led Arim to his quarters. "My men should be around, find them and tell them I've sent for them." He said, his tone short and clipped. When they had left, Arim closed the door behind him and headed to the desk. After a few moments searching, Arim found some parchment, ink and a quill. He settled down at the desk and his quill flew across the page.
Bastien,
The journey to Khalidor passed smoothly and our visit is progressing well. However, Master Sphex sent a representative to the summit, something that seemed to trouble most of those in attendance. Aada's magic is more powerful, or maybe simply more sensitive, than we had first thought. Lady Nemu's darkness affected her greatly although Aada refused to succumb. If you could have our scholars scour our archives for whatever we may have on Master Sphex, I would greatly appreciate it, but be subtle. There is no need for mere rumours to trouble the people, but we must be prepared for any eventuality. Only use our most trustworthy.
King Moloch of Drake seems to have taken a shining to Aada. Rarely have I seen Aada enjoy someone's company quite as much as she has King Moloch's. I fear I may have to say goodbye to my sister soon, though the alliance that would come from such a match is a considerable consolation.
The Fae of Anansai are present. Not that this is a cause for concern, but it does seem odd that the Fae would be present at such a summit given their previous years of isolation. Have your people heard anything with regards to Anansai?
Nothing beyond Lady Nemu's presence has given any cause for concern. It seems the winds are changing, my friend. It cannot hurt to be prepared.
Regards
Arim
He heard a knock at his door. Sealing the parchment, Arim strode across his room. He opened the door and saw two of his men standing there. "I trust one of you is a fast rider?"
The smaller, and younger, of the two men nodded. "I am, Your Majesty."
"Good," he handed the boy the letter, "Ride to Seleny and hand this letter directly to Arl Paruch and only to him, do you understand?"
The boy looked down at the letter and nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Good. You may leave," he said to the boy. "I take it it had been decided that you will take first watch?" He asked the remaining man. The man nodded, "Very well. Let us hope for a peaceful night."