Ahelissa blushed at the complement, her cheeks turning almost as red as her hair. When Remilia handed her the envelope, she gave a questioning glance at her and took the letter, then shrugged and followed her mistress out the door. Ahelissa broke the seal and unfolded the letter as they walked. She scanned the paper a couple times, then squinted and held the paper close to her face. She looked up at Remilia, then back down at the letter, unsure of what she was supposed to do. When Ahelissa finally worked up the courage, she caught up to Remilia and cleared her throat. Her cheeks were red from embarrassment, but not from her mistress' praise at the seamstresses' place. "Um, I, uh, I don't know how to read."

Remilia was deep in thought until Ahelissa had told her about her being unable to read. She gave a questioning look at first, but then it softened.
"That's alright. I can read it for you. Mine says the same thing." She replied, being welcoming about the fact Ahelissa was illiterate. Remilia knew that most slaves weren't able to read, in fact, most people in the town were unable to. Only the rich could afford tutors and such. She unfolded her own letter again, reading as she walked.
"Dear Ahelissa,
I request you to the library immediately. We will discuss our plans for tonight, and what they are. You will find out your roles in this as well. But I will give you a hint, restoring honor to our people. Sincerely, Lidia"
As Remilia walked along, she spotted the door to the library. She remembered it was her favorite place when she was a child, reading always comforted her. What a coincidence this was going to be the place to meet.

Amias was still blushing heavily as he looked back over at Riften, deciding to just accept the fact that he was blushing all over the place today.
"I do like when it's messy, and messing with it." He admitted, smiling sheepishly. Normally he was stoic and emotionless, he wasn't used to being so open with his emotions, that was part of the reason he was having issues dealing with them and admitting things.

Emrys smiled, and nodded. She liked that idea, the idea that both nations could even be at good terms, maybe even great allies at the end of the rebellion, if they pulled it off.
"I would love that. My parents wanted nothing but peace. It would be nice to accomplish that for them." She smiled cheerfully.
She laughed nervously. "You do have a good point. I should just calm down. I don't know, it felt easier to admit it to just one person, even if they seemed a bit cold." She winked.

"Thanks" Ahelissa mumbled. She brushed her hair over her face to hide her red cheeks, and she felt stupid. As they approached the door of the library, Ahelissa played with the fancy seal on the envelope. Reading. Another thing she couldn't do. She shook her head to clear her head from those kinds of thought, and instead wondered what this meeting was about. Since Remilia was the the duchess, she went to important meetings all the time. What kind of meeting was this that Ahelissa, a leather-collar slave girl was invited alongside her owner? She quietly followed her mistress to the library's entrance and pulled it open for her.

Riften glanced up at Amias, his face still crimson. He went back to staring at his hands. "W... well, now I know why you play with my hair...", Riften stated softly.
The Elf had noticed Amias's change in behavior. "Why are you blushing and going all gooey today?", He asked in a whisper. "I'm, I'm just curious!", He added.

Remilia

Remilia gave a nod of gratitude before she entered the library, her gaze immediately going to Lidia, as well as Odelina. She did spare a glance for the others, but she would wait. Although she was curious as to why that monster was in here, Amias, she thought his name was. She had seen first hand what he could do in a battlefield. It unnerved her being around him for some reason.
"Your majesties." She gave a nod and a small curtsy to both Averill and Lidia. She was always polite around them at least. She sat down at a table, motioning for Ahelissa to come sit beside her.

Amias

Amias glanced at Remilia as she walked in, his mouth irked a little. He had never liked that girl, even if she was barely a year older than he was. She was so stuck up, and he found it strange that she always wore those gloves over her hands. He remembered when he had first gotten her how she had simply looked at him with disgust when he offered to shake her hand. He didn't even have any idea she was a duchess at the time, and was just trying to be friendly. Remilia just glared and called him a low class dirty slave.
Amias turned his attention back to Riften, and his face went just a little redder if possible.
"I'm not r-really sure honestly. I must be getting sick or something." He stammered again. He knew exactly why, but admitting it was the hard part.

Lidia jumped, moving her hand for her scythe. When she saw Remilia she relaxed with a huff. "You should knock next time, I was about to lop your heads of..", Lidia sighed, standing up.
Lidia smiled. "No need to be formal-", Lidia paused, her face growing serious. "Do you ladies know why you're here?" She leaned in a bit, looking Remilia in the eyes.



Riften looked up at the dutches before looking down again. He brushed the fear off before looking back up at Amias. "Amias, don't lie please, I asked a question to know the truth.", The Elf replied quietly. "I want you to feel like it's okay to talk about your feelings."

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Odelina cowered a little at Lidias sudden movement. She relaxed slightly when she saw the duchess. Sure she was not fond of the woman, but she wasnt someone Odelina considered particularly dangerous. She looked back down at her hands, trying to keep herself preoccupied.