Kiaal sat in his study, it still didn't feel like his. He and Siiraia had moved to Rillaria, into the castle the Talii's occupied till recently. Nothing felt right about it though. He would not shirk his duties to his province, or to his cousin's house for that matter, but High Lord of Moonspear was a title he never desired, or thought he would possess.
Idly, he moved some papers about the desk, organizing letters and quills out of almost nervous habit. It did unnerve him to be sitting at Lucian's desk. Kiaal could remember the last time he visited his cousin, he remembered standing in front of the desk he now sat behind, Lucian smiling that smile because Kiaal had failed to attend some courtly event. He protested, on the grounds that he was a member of the Order of the Moon first and a nobleman second. What cruel irony that now he sat in Lucian's place.
The sound of the door opening drew him from his daze, eyes falling instantly upon his own image walking toward him. Well, not identical enough, this version wore a long flowing, sleeveless gray dress with a high collar covering the neck and a hood. In fact this version had breasts that were quite noticeable today. "He's on his way brother, I saw him coming through the courtyard." Siiraia said as she awkwardly adjusted her bust.
"What are you doing? And what are you wearing that for?" Kiaal wasn't used to seeing his sister dressed in such an elegant manner, even if her attire was considerably simple for that of a noble woman.
Siiraia scoffed. "The maids would not let me wear pants in the presence of a knight, it is 'unlady like'. I explained that I am oft in the company of knights and soldiers like Crow- sorry, Sir Lian Keist, and that I am part of the same order as him and you, but they would hear none of it!"
Kiaal had to chuckle at that. "Are these the same maids of yours that seem intent on setting you up with every eligible nobleman in Moonspear? Perhaps they think Crow would be a suitable match for you?"
"Please do not even joke of such a thing! Or need I remind you that you should actually meet your fiance before your wedding." She taunted back, leaning against the desk for a moment before straightening up and standing properly, somberly.
Kiaal knew why. It was Lucian's desk. They both stayed silent, waiting for their guest to arrive.
