Every page that I can, I am going to be writing Argent’s POV on the situation at hand. Since Argent is not the type to interact with anyone not directly related to her duty, she can at least observe. And I think of her as a very observant woman.
Argent’s statuesque form stood, looking out the window, or more like staring really, at the two friends having tea. Both were beautiful in their own right, delicate creatures with hearts that were supposed to be light, but only one was, and that was only due to ignorance. If she knew her own husband’s true feelings, would she feel the same way? Could she still bare speaking to Linneus, the only one with whom Master Atros could ever be truly happy with? Madame Atros was not a woman to hide how she felt, that was clear with her feelings towards Lillith.
Argent carefully zeroed in on every move they made, their smiles and hand gestures, and when she saw Linneus’ form stiffen her eyes narrowed, she leaned in closer. What were they speaking of? Madame Atros was entirely unaware of the tense form that was Linneus. Argent guessed Linneus must have given her his good word about something, because she was excited, happy as could be. Empty headed girl.
Argent was fortunate that she was not in her situation, that she had been raised to make something of herself, rather than simply another’s wife. Argent herself would likely gut the bastard who betrayed her. Ah, but it was not happening to her, instead it was happening to Linneus and Master, and she would gut herself before touching Master. As was her sworn duty as his sword. Such a complicated situation this was.
And though Argent felt it was not her right to judge, she did feel that the solution was simple, only that the consequences wouldn’t be. And that was why they all did this little dance, to avoid the consequences.
((ooc- IS ANYONE THERE?! HELLOOOO))
sinful-rainbow-fox started following you
*bows* Welcome to the teahouse. Our escorts are at your service.
“I…that is my underwear…”
“I didn’t think you’d wear underwear like that… It’s kinda bold for someone like you.”
"Bold? That is simply underwear, and by what exactly do you mean ‘someone like me?’." *raises eyebrow*
"Warriors from the east. I wish to face one at some point in my life, but they are not exactly regular visitors at the Teahouse. And even if they were, they are polite I hear, and not accustomed to causing commotion."