Their food, the wine and conversation that wandered from one topic to another, pleasant and trivial, set them all at ease. Even Lyanthi, who had almost alienated the young half elf, seemed to warm to her as she did to Lyanthi, finding common ground in ‘family’ problems. And even Maharetii who knew her twin perhaps better than anyone, she still found it somewhat odd that Lyanthi should so suddenly warm to the petite and beautiful young half elf.
Then of course, just as she was about to say something to Zaryna, it occurred to her...so suddenly and as if this were the most natural thing in the world, that Lyanthi was playing her game. She was making an ally of a foe that she might know what else was left unsaid by their royal charge. It was about at that time that Lyanthi smiled at her and winked, almost as if she knew what Maharetii thought.
Lyanthi sat close to the young half elf. “So tell me, Misari, what did the young man do...and what did your father say?”
“Oh, my father was most angry. The young man had impugned our family name. There could be no forgiveness...even if it was only a joke. It was told so everyone could hear...that cannot be excused.”
Misari was quite serious about what she said. “If only he would have said it more quietly or even in private...nothing would have come of it.”
“Ahh, well...a leader cannot be seen as weak...courteous, polite, even lenient, at times...but never weak. So what happened?”
“Funny you should say such, Miss Lyanthi...you would make a good advisor.” Misari laughed playfully as she leaned closer to Lyanthi. “And the young man...well, I think his father sent him away...far away.”
“MIsari..?” Maharetii asked as she found a lull in the conversation. “Your father sounds quite reasonable. The tension you feel comes from those who are also at court, then, and not from your father.”
“My father is what I would call the indirect reason for the tension. If he were not the...” Misari paused as she looked at her servant. “...leader, the tension at court would not involve me and I’d simply ignore it. But since he is my father, I am involved, to my liking or not.”
“So may we expect that this tension could involve those who might harm you to gain some advantage in all of this?” Maharetii kept her voice quiet.
“That would only seem prudent, Miss Maharetii. I have asked for your escort because I fear that could be the case. But I have no evidence of such, at present, at least. I hope you will still accompany me.” Misari looked between the three.
“Of course...Misari.” Maharetii bowed her head slightly to the young half elf.
Misari smiled. “You do not owe me that allegiance, Miss Maharetii...but thank you. Thank all of you, for this kindness.” She bowed to them, deeply in turn.
Lyanthi could only smile as she watched the diminutive half elf.
They finished their meal and sat for a short time to plan their next meeting and the preliminaries of their trip. As they left, MIsari instructed her servant to settle the bill and include a handsome tip, offering her gratitude for the fine service to the owner. The owner, in his exuberance, came to see the four as they left...bowing deeply and offering his blessings to the ‘royal’ family.
Misari only sighed, slumping as she looked at her three tiefling companions. “I fear I have done poorly concealing my identity. I apologize...and thank you most dearly. I hope our journey will be as pleasant as this evening has been for me.”
“Besides your company, I can think of nothing better than that we see you safely to your home.” Lyanthi stood beside the diminutive woman and gave her a brief hug. It was amazing to see Misari blush so completely.