[P] an invite tucked in a bouquet of roses—

[Adonai]

Lady Mesnyi,

Tales of your beauty and talent have traveled as far as the sand dunes of Solterra—and while I have never personally had the honor, I wish to change that.

My family is hosting a party at our estate very soon, and we are in need of someone like you. I hope that you will consider attending, along with anyone you so wish to bring. You will be free to entertain at your own discretion—above all, you will be a guest, and an honored one at that.

It goes without saying that you will be handsomely compensated.

If I do not greet you at the door, then you will find me in the hall of statues.

Adonai, First Prince of Ieshan.

@Mesnyi

[Mesnyi]

Ask why the seawind wanders,;

The first thing Mesnyi thought was not, “Ah, lovely, a bouquet,” or, “Oh, not another one.” The first thing she thought was this: How talented is this courier! To have tracked me down, in someone else’s court and someone else’s room. The second question, What kind of detective work did it take?was followed by, I hope it’s something good. 

And it was! Flattery and offers of monetary compensation abounded. She tucked the message into a pocket and placed the bouquet on her sleeping lover’s bed. He could’ve at least chosen jasmine flowers, was her final thought before leaving the room. 

"Speaking."

@Adonai

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