Chez lifted a dark brow and popped the top off the wine. He poured them both a glass while he listened to her speak. "How can I help?" he asked, offering his hand to hold. Sometimes physical contact garnered a little more trust when having a conversation of this sort.
The easiest way, he supposed, would be to show her his homeland. He wasn't ready to leave the Green Heart yet though. He had ocme for the holidays, after all.
"What would you like to know? I will answer what I can." Prince and Lord he might be, but first and foremost he was Messenger, and the Fates ruled him.
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