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[center][h3][color=8493ca]Court Mage and Advisor Eirwen Blackthorne
Hathforth Castle, Throne Room, The Hearthfire Gala[/color]
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The court mage gave a slight bow at the Queen's request to meet her later in the study. [color=8493ca]"As you wish, your Majesty. Until then, may your evening be bright and full of delights."[/color]

[i]He's up to something.[/i]

His gaze shifted subtly towards the duke. Yes, he supposed Rhinecliff was likely up to something, but no action could be taken while the specifics remained in mystery. Patience was a virtue, and to his benefit Eirwen had developed the virtue well. 

[i]I hope I can continue to rely on you.[/i]

His Seed failed to hold back a single wave of fear at that statement, though as always his face remained impassive. [color=8882be][i]Does she suspect something?[/i][/color] He'd have to ensure her confidence in him remained firm. [color=8882be]"Of course, my Queen. I remember well that I owe all I have to your grace,"[/color] he replied smoothly. [color=8882be]"Anyone foolish enough to plot against you will quickly learn the folly of their ways."[/color]

As more guests approached the Queen, he took this as his cue to blend into the background once more. He would be close should she need him again, but until then he fully intended to lose himself in the sweet taste of wine.