Confined to the Kingdom on account of Shadowblight plowing through Eladoria, Leander stayed at Vermilion, bored out of his mind. He'd heard of the Duchess of Ravensdale doing something about it but it could all be rumors.
But still, he smiled at the thought.
Aria, huh?
She was leading an exciting life for sure. He wondered what new contract he'd get her to sign again.
Maybe steal her for Vermilion.
His life lately was one of boredom and repetition. He hated boredom and repetition.
It led him to be more impulsive than usual.
So that afternoon, half paying attention to his surroundings eating grapes and lounging on a mountain of silk cushions . The Shadowblight had grounded every caravan and closed every border, leaving him trapped in luxury with nothing but grapes, gossip, and boredom for company.
He popped another plump grape into his mouth, chewing lazily while two maidservants fanned him with palm fronds. Their quiet conversation drifted.
