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* Ree peeks hesitantly into the bedroom, then comes in. She sets a tray on the nearest bedside table, and pulls open the curtains, flooding the room with light. * Kevil groans and pulls the covers over his head. * Loria flutters her eyelashes a few times before waking, yawning. <Ree> ::goes back to the tray and begins pouring tea:: Good morning, Miss Loria. But since we're only moments away from "good afternoon", I thought 'twas high time to get you up... ::she eyes the lump of blanket disguising Kevil:: Unless Master Kevil is ill? <Loria> ::yawning again:: Master Kevil is always ill before noon. <Kevil> ::grunts, then stretches, his arms and one leg making an appearance:: <Ree> ::hands Loria a cup of tea:: Would you like your mail now, Miss? <Loria> ::taking a sip of tea:: Mail? Sure, why not? * Ree hands over a package that looks suspiciously like a wrapped bottle of wine, with an envelope tied to the neck. "There's a letter for Master Kevil, too, when he's fit to open his eyes..." She pours another cup of tea and leaves it on Kevil's bedside table, along with an envelope. "Will you want breakfast, Miss Loria?" <Kevil> ::offers a heartfelt sigh and sits up, rubbing sleep from his eyes:: <Loria> ::nodding:: Breakfast sounds lovely... <Loria> ::opening the envelope curiously:: <Ree> Yes'm. ::she exits, shutting the door softly behind her:: * Kevil looks at Loria, then sighs again and reaches for his tea. * Loria pulls out her letter, using one hand to brush her hair out of her face. "Good morning, Kevil-lin." She unfolds the letter. ::Loria's letter is a short note from Devvyn: "My lady - I beg to apologize again for the deception I committed against you yestereve, and for any inconvenience my actions may have caused you. This wine is from my own cellars; a favorite of my late wife's. I hope you will enjoy it as she did. I hope to remain, yr obdt srvt: Devvyn Mereth":: * Kevil leans over to kiss Loria's cheek, then picks up his own letter and opens it. * Loria sighs, pressing the letter to her forehead. <Kevil> ::glances over:: What is it? * Loria hands him the letter, picking up her teacup with shaking hands. <Kevil> ::reads swiftly, then grins:: Very conciliatory, Lord Mereth... I think he fears I will challenge him to a duel, or some such. ::he offers Loria his own letter:: <Loria> ::raising her eyebrows slightly:: Oh? * Loria takes the offered letter, glancing at it. ::Kevil's letter is also from Devvyn: "Master Talarin - I must most humbly beg your pardon for my behavior toward your intended yesterday. I concede to dishonorable methods, and implore you to forgive them, though I can only say in my defense that I was blinded by my regard for her. I ask only that you absolve the lady of all blame, and assure you that I will make no further approach upon her. Yrs: Devvyn Mereth":: * Loria sighs again, tossing the letter onto the bed. * Kevil picks up both letters and puts them on the tea tray, then puts an arm around Loria. <Loria> ::pulling her knees up:: Well, as Kristo would say, I'm all packed for the guilt trip. <Kevil> Packed for the... Ah. ::he chuckles, then strokes her hair:: And what, dare I ask, are you feeling guilty for? <Loria> Everything. Nothing. Nothing I can do anything about and nothing I should *feel* like I ought to do something about, except, of course, that I do. <Kevil> ::smiles faintly:: You had rather he behaved poorly, so you might be vindicated in your decision? <Loria> ::shrugs:: Maybe... I don't know why I should feel bad about this, except that I just do. <Kevil> Well, it is not altogether absurd. ::he continues stroking her hair:: He seems a good man, d'va? Considerate, caring... ::he grins faintly:: ...a romantic... The kind of man for whom one would wish only happiness - and yet you were placed in the unfortunate position of being forced to disappoint him. <Loria> ::smiles a little:: <Kevil> It *is* sad. I feel bad for him, myself... But there is no reason for you to feel *guilty*, n'shava. <Loria> I'm not used to making people unhappy... * Loria sighs, looking at the early afternoon sunshine streaming in the window. <Kevil> ::smiles:: I am glad to hear that... ::kisses her hair:: The wound will heal, love. I hardly think you have struck him a death-blow. <Loria> ::somewhat indignant:: I would *hope* not. <Kevil> ::considering:: Unless he is very musically inclined, of course... People in ballads always seem to be expiring of broken hearts... ::he grins at her and tweaks one of the curls straggling down her cheek:: * Loria sticks her tongue out at him, then picks up the wine bottle, unwrapping it. <Kevil> ::chuckles and takes a sip of his tea, looking on curiously:: * Loria checks the label, raising an eyebrow. "Arabellan. Nice." <Kevil> ::leans over to look:: Mm. A woman of discriminating taste, Lady Mereth. ::he grins and tosses back the rest of his tea:: <Loria> ::thinking of the young widower:: Very. <Kevil> ::gives Loria a sympathetic look:: <Loria> ::putting the wine down on the table:: Ah well. * Loria takes a final sip of tea, then gets up, crossing the room to get her robe. <Kevil> ::puts his cup on the tray, then looks around with a grimace:: Do we *have* to get up...? <Loria> ::checking the sun:: I don't know about you, love, but I have an appointment with the florist in an hour. <Kevil> The florist? ::he grunts and climbs out of bed:: <Loria> ::pulling a hairbrush through her hair, combing the curls out:: To talk about plantings and such. I told you about it last week. <Kevil> Oh, yes. ::he pulls on his robe, then moves to stand behind her, watching her:: <Loria> ::meeting his eyes in the reflection:: Yes? <Kevil> ::smiles:: You are beautiful. <Loria> ::smiling at him over her shoulder:: Thank you. You are quite beautiful yourself. ::turns around and gives him a kiss:: <Kevil> ::returns her kiss tenderly::: I love you. <Loria> ::kisses the tip of his nose:: That's a good thing... <Kevil> ::grins:: I certainly think so. <Loria> ::finishing combing her hair, she pins it up in a bun:: I love you, too. You can go back to bed, if you'd rather. <Kevil> ::sighs with exaggerated melancholy:: Not if you will not be joining me... ::he leans down to kiss the nape of her neck:: <Loria> ::grinning:: Ah, pish... you'll be asleep before I'm out of the room... ::grinning at him, she drops her robe on the floor, pulling out a gown:: <Kevil> ::eyes her appreciatively:: Close my eyes? With such a sight as you before me? <Loria> ::steps into the gown:: Button me up, would you? ::turns around, presenting Kevil with her unbuttoned back:: <Kevil> It seems a shame... ::he runs a finger slowly down her spine:: ...But if the florist arrives in only an hour, I suppose we must be prepared. ::he begins fastening buttons:: <Loria> ::shivers:: Behave... <Kevil> ::chuckles, kissing her bare shoulder before fastening the last few buttons:: I *am* behaving, n'shava. What I *wish*... ::he winks and grins, then kisses her cheek:: Buttoned, my lady. ::he opens his wardrobe and begins rummaging:: <Loria> ::snickers:: If wishes were dragons, all Cormyr would fly... * Kevil laughs as he begins to dress. |
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