Iradaries

Tyran watched Kiara with an amused smile. Garail walked to the entrance to the study and pulled the door open, Tyran could barely hear the man's voice as he spoke to the guards. Garail closed the door and nodded, carefully Tyran placed his fork and knife down on either side of his plate and laced his fingers togeher.
  "You are correct Kiara dear, I am unsatisfied with how the Emperor and Empress are ruling and believe there must be change."

Lina yawned as she walked into the lobby, rubbing her left eye with the back of her hand. She made her way over to the reception desk, Ariana already standing up to greet them. 
"Finally leaving?" she asked with a cheery smile. 

"Ha, I rather like this girl Garail." He took another sip of wine. "Let us not think of how easily I could discredit and dismantle you should you attempt to bring any information you might learn in the coming days. I find it rather a waste of a useful mind just bringing me my food." Tyran looked over to Garail. The man remained perfectly still.
"Still hold doubts?" he  asked.
"No milord." the child of fear answered levelly. 

Lina yawned as she nodded again. Giving the room a quick glance over she walked out of the room and started down the hall towards the lobby. 

Alright, sleep tight, see you soon hopefully

His smile widened again as he carefully picked up a fork and knife. “You really should eat before your food before it cools.” He said, cutting off a hunk of ham and slipping it into his mouth.  He watched her quietly as he chewed. He downed the food with a sip of wine, speaking as he placed the glass back down. “You are quite the observant girl, now tell me… what do you think would happen to you if this… treasonous activity you believe me guilty of were to come to light?”
 
Lina bobbed her head up and down slowly as she shoved her shirt into a pack that had room. She picked up the small leather parcel she kept her books in and looked back over at Kenu.
(I find the idea of her having red eyes that are also blood shot rather… funny)

Several teeth broke through Tyran's lips as his smile widened. He reached out and lifted the lid off the food and placed it to the side. He picked up a plate and gently placed it down. "Throw caution aside, tell me my dear what do you believe I am doing?" In the edge of his vision he could see Garail shift his weight lightly. 

Lina gave Kenu a hard stare for a few moments. "Morning." she mumbled stepping back into her room and walking over to her traveling pack.

It will get better! Sorry mine’s been just as… Rough.
Should Kiara know what Tyran is planning?
 
With a thin smile Tyran laced his fingers together. He leaned forward, his weight resting on his elbows. His dark eyes studying her for several moments before he spoke.
“Tell me Kiara dear, do you know what we are doing when Garail and I are in this back room?”
 
With long groan Lina pulled the shirt over her head and shoved her arms through her sleeves. With an irritated grumble she pulled her bangs to one side and stood up. She plucked up the pair of pants and slipped them on. Picking up her shirt she walked over to the door and pulled it open.  

=13pxWhoo!
=13pxIt’s alright, it’s been the same with me. We’ll have time to practice together!
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=13px“There is no reason for you to leave Kiara, I am sure Garail will not mind watching us having a meal.” Tyran said motioning toward the open seat across from him. He looked back to Garail, his almost colorless eyes looking past Kiara as if she were some minor inconvenience.  “Really, I am sure he worries if you can be trusted as you are a rather… new .” Tyran patted the open spot she could place the tray.
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=13pxLina jerked awake when she heard the light knocking. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes with her palms. With a grumble she struggled out of her sheets and sat on the edge of her bed. With another grumble she pulled off the thin shirt she had worn to bed and groped for the clothes she had laid out the night before. 

Lord Alistair Tyran
Yeah, sure, works for me.  Sorry, realized I haven’t done much on their physical appearance
Hm… Awake and getting changed or fast asleep still… choices choices…
 
Lightly Garail began to move the moment he heard the knock, Tyran looked past him a light smile already crossing his thin lips. “Yes, send her in.” Garail watched as Tyran brushed papers to one side of the oak desk, making room.
Garail cleared his throat lightly. “Shall I leave you two milord?” he asked.
“No.” Tyran said as he stacked a few papers neatly, looking up as the door was pushed open.
“Yes milord.” Garail said, straightening his black leather uniform before returning his arms to behind his back.   

Yeah- I'll start with the Lord's bit... Maybe have Kenu waking Lina up for their part? Also... I should give the lord a name.



Steel tipped boots clicked against the polished marble floor as Garail walked down the long hall. Two guards in gilded hard leather pulled open a large set of double doors as he drew close. Garail stepped through the guards closing the door behind him. There was a moment’s pause one of the guards knocked on the door, then he could hear the guards’ footsteps as they walked away.
Garail’s white eyes glanced around the room. A small windowless study, bookshelves lined with thick books flanked a closed door to his left. A low fire across from him provided light for the room and several bookshelves lined the wall to his left.  Holding his arms behind his back Garail waited. There was a heavy thump, then the door to his left swung open. A tall lean man stepped through, running his fingers though his dark hair.
“Punctual as always Garail.” He said, pulling a chair away from the table with his foot.
“You have asked for me milord?” Garail held perfectly still as the man sat.
“Have my men been moved into the prince’s legion?” The man rested his arms upon the table, the fire popped and briefly flickered higher.
“They have been moved into place milord. No trail back to you milord.”
“Good.” The man scratched his chin. “have you found a useful way to be rid of the messengers should anything… go awry?”
“I am still working on that milord.” Garail said.
“Then, find a way. I think we have both learned the importance of keeping something in reserve.” The man said, his dark eyes meeting Garail’s. 
"My apologies milord." Garail said quickly.
"Don't give me platitudes, give me results." the man said levelly. 
 

Alright, that sounds good to me