Kieran had waited patiently for Miils to either take the drink she had offered him or if he grew suspicious and would reject and walk away. She remained seated at the bar when she heard someone walk up close enough behind her and spoke to her, noting it was Mills as she had recognized the voice as well as the fact he had left her line of sight from where she was.
She turned around and faced him, taking note of his demeanor and supposedly genuine smile. She returned his bow with her own and gave a fake, but genuine enough seeming smile in return. When he asked who had offered him a drink, she simply nodded with another smile. "I saw that you appeared to be rather stressed, and a good drink usually helps cure one's stresses. I apologize if I was wrong in assuming you drank, good sir. My apologies." she said with another bow of her head as she looked at him with a small smile.
Miils chuckled.
"No need for apologies, milady." He said, reaching out to take and kiss her hand as a gentleman should.
Following that, he let go of her hand.
"You are of Saharan descent if I'm not mistaken. Is that right?"
Kieran watched and studied his face as casually as she could as he spoke, he seemed genuine enough. And by that she knew he was all too dangerous, a calm, cool and collected and always thinking man in a situation like this could end badly for them if he were to figure them out.
She nodded and smiled at him when he asked if she was of Saharan decent. This could either be a genuine question, or he was already starting to piece together what was going on. All the while Kieran kept up her part and did her best in acting the part she was given, "Yes, sir. Shaharan born and raised until I decided that life wasn't for me. What gave it away? The red hair?" she asked with a small chuckle as she took another sip of her drink and looked back at Miils.
He smiled with a soft chuckle.
"No, no. While it's true your hair is unique, given that most Shaharan hair is either brown or black due to the desert nation's climate, what gave it away was the clothing and the subtle accent."
Kieran chuckled softly as well and sighed, clasping her hands together and gave a smirk. She looked back at him and nodded, "Well, you got me. I guess there really is no hiding the accent, my good sir." she said with another light chuckle.
She looked back at him, "Is there anything I can get for you? Or do for you? It's the least I can do. Food or drink I have no problem with." she said as she gave him a kind and genuine smile, as she had to admit, he was very charming and attractive, but she knew what kind of person he truly was, and it secretly disgusted her as she had to continue interacting with this killer of the former Queen and friend of Josephine's.
"Not at all, milady. In fact, allow me to buy you another drink." He said, waving at the bartender.
"Borathian Miils, at your service. May I ask your name, milady?"
Kieran gave him a nod as he, in turn, offered a drink and happily and calmly accepted his offer. "Your offer is most appreciated. Thank you, sir Borathian Miils. And me? Oh, my name is Rionn Wrel, Sir Miils." she said as she gave him another nod of her head, and kind smile.
He gave a nod.
"Please, milady. The "sir" isn't necessary. 'Miils' will do just fine." He said politely.
The new drink arrived, and he slid it in front of her.
"For the lovely Lady Wrel." He said with a charming and graceful flourish of his hand as it slid away from the glass to toy with a lock of her hair.
Kieran gave him a smile when he became somewhat more casual in his actions and speech, saying that 'sir' wasn't necessary. Kieran gave him another nod, but what struck her as odd was his actions, the kiss on her hand earlier and now the toying with her hair..? A tingle went down her spine, but not one of a nice variety, but a tingle of disgust and revolt as he touched her hair. She knew what kind of man he was, but she had to play the innocent passerby for now.
She looked at him with a fake smile and grabbed the cup in her hand and put it in the air as a way of saying 'cheers' and took a sip. She looked back up at him and smiled, "But honestly...What can I do for you, Miils? It isn't every day that someone like you would willingly talk to someone such as me. A traveler. What it is that you want?" she asked as she picked up the drink and took another sip, but this time she gave him a certain look, somewhat flirty but overly so that he would be turned away just now.
Miils gestured with his hand, casually waving the question off.
"Oh, it's nothing milady. I'm a man of curious nature. That's all. A drink offered is either from someone very dull or someone very interesting. I chose to believe the latter in your case. And I'm pleased to say I was right."
He sat on a stool next to her.
"So, what brings you to the city of Triveila Ms. Wrel?"
Kieran smiled and nodded, "That is true, and very flattering. But like I said. I saw that you seemed stressed, and sometimes a drink and also a companion will help. I just thought it'd be the polite thing to do." Kieran said and took another sip of the drink.
She adjusted in her seat as Miils sat down next to her and cleared her throat, "Travel. It's all I've been doing for the past few years. Nothing really exciting, honestly." she gave him a small smile and then back at the barkeep and asked for water for Miils, which soon arrived and was placed in front of him on the counter.
"Interesting."
Taking a sip of his water, he set the cup down and spun it in his hand.
"Please do correct me if I'm wrong, milady. But I do detect the faint aroma of a perfume not commonly used anywhere but within the Royal Family of Triveila... Might you be familiar with the soon-to-be Princess? Miss Josephine Dezantro?" He asked casually, but knowingly.
Kieran managed to keep herself composed as he asked her about the smell of perfume she had, if only she had remembered to change clothing... She only had one chance to manage to not have Miils catch on and know what was going on. One last chance to get him easily without having to rely on Kyero and Aetrius, which they may have need to do so shortly.
Kieran looked at him and smiled and chuckled, "My family...They were once good friends with the royal family. If you could say that. If not suppliers for them and Triveila, if not anything else. With the death of my parents two years ago, and now the recent passing of the former Queen, may Heresta bless her soul...I decided it was only right to pay respects on my family's behath. Other than that, I have no ties to the family. Simply gave them my regards on the family name, that is all." she said plainly as she took another sip of the drink.
Miils observed carefully her response, keeping a casual and not at all revealing smile on his face as he sipped at his water. Upon the completion of her story, he set the cup down and stood from the stool.
"Most honorable of you." He said quietly.
"Ms. Wrel... May I offer a word of advice to you?" He asked, his voice suddenly becoming darker and more sinister despite his smile.
"Never leave the side of the Royal Family when you are close with them, because you never know when someone may come along to threaten their lives." He said, paying the barkeep for the drinks.
"Whatever hole you crawled out of, Ms Wrel, I suggest you return to it at once. Miss Dezantro may be in danger. After all, what makes an ally an ally when allegiance can so easily be bought?" He asked in a lower, menacing voice.
He leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
"Good day, Ms Wrel."
And with that, he began walking away calmly.
Kieran grinned and also grimaced at the same time as he whispered in her ear, she understood when someone was clearly threatening her and others, and the way he spoke was clearly a threat. She silently watched as he began to walk away, and nodded. If there's one thing he doesn't know...Is that I'm too good of a liar in every way possible...And that my loyalty cannot be swayed. I've done my part, I'll have to go back to the inn and take care of Josephine and the others, prepare them for whatever Miils' may be planning...Now, it's their turn.. she thought to herself as she looked up into the darkness, being able to see Aetrius and Kyero just faintly in the dark. She gave them a nod, stood up and walked the opposite direction of Mills', indicating that her role was now done and that she had to leave. Eventually of which she made it back to the inn and told the others what Miils' was planning.
Meanwhile, Aetrius and Kyero stayed to the shadows and waited for Kyero to begin their backup plan of getting Miils, taking him back to the inn and stopping his plan of killing Josephine and the others. Now, now was the most important mission of Aetrius' career...She'd have to save a princess from being assassinated.