"I apologize for my emotions troubling you, Lady Evangelina. I am... I suppose I am in a struggle with the Spirit. I have thought ill of not only the king, but my superior in this land," Beorn said, preparing tea. It did not go unnoticed the way he brushed her hand when he removed the lemons from the tree. That was oddly refreshing, dealing with the King and his directness was tiresome. It was nice to see a man try to garner her attention with subtleties.
"No need to apologize, Please, what is on your mind, feel free to speak it." She said softly, watching him as he pour the tea for the two of them.
"Artemesia taught us virtue, but the good Patriarch rushes to obey him above all things. Above his honor. Above God. Certainly above the people he was taken from among. I have prayed ceaselessly, but I receive only the answer in my heart."
With that, he led her toward a sitting room, where the flowers began to bloom. She was beginning to truly love this little place. It felt like home, even if the flowers were foreign to her. She couldn't even name most of them. Listening to Beorn's words, saw where this was going. This was about the King, and apparently the Patriarch was going to do nothing about him.
"Wicked men cannot be unopposed," he whispered softly. The words sounded old, like a decree. Evangelina sighed. He wanted something to be done about the King, but there was nothing he could do with the Patriarch's help, and in that, it was hopeless. Or so it seems. It was at that moment, that Beorn looked at her, and she saw it. He was worried for her. She was the personal attache to the King, and probably though her the next target. He wasn't wrong. He just didn't know her too well yet.
"Forgive me. I have forgotten your own trials. How are you? I wish you could have seen us at our best, but you see us at our worst."
Evaneglina smiled, and reached up, laying her hands atop his. "I've seen the world at its worst." She said and took a breath. "I was young when the illness took my parents. My mother first, she tried to give birth to my brother but she took him with her instead. then my father, not having the strength to fight the illness without my mother. I was...how do you say...15 years" She said. "I only arrived in this part of the world, a few years ago...I've seen many a men, some good...most not so good. I was a ship and it took a year to arrive here. It was not easy, sometimes, there were storms, and sometime there were others..." She said, recalling the memories. It wasn't easy traveling on her own, but she did it. "I braved those storms, and I can brave these ones too....and this time, I'm not alone." She said and gave his hand a squeeze. " I have a friend." She said and gave him a bright smile.