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corvo das unseemly

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[The work of an empress is fraught with a seemingly endless supply of papers, edicts and official decrees, molten wax stamped with her seal and sent away to the furthest reaches of the empire. There are times it concerns her how distant so many of those places seem, the extant edges of the map to which she has not traveled, but still rules. Understanding the countries in their entirety is a difficult trial and so she has more recently tasked herself with edification. It may take some of the burden off of the decisions she has to make for their futures.

So caught up in the parchment she often loses track of time - more so now when she has turned down the whale oil lamps and lit a number of fat candles, oozing lower every minute. It is therefore startling when she is interrupted, almost upsetting a pot of thick ink when he slips in through one of the windows.]

Corvo.

[Jessamine's heart swells in her chest as always, his name slipping unbidden in a sigh that her Royal Protector should appear wielding a bottle, vessels, and a secret smile.]

You could not be more timely, [she admits, moving around the desk to examine the glasses before relieving him of one. This close to him the smoky curl of the whiskey and the windswept scent of him is enough to drive her to delirium.] Have you come to rescue me, Lord Protector?