There’s a lesson waiting to be learned; diplomatic visit

[Belgaer]

belgaer

 
Bathed in the shade of Ischia’s foliage, Belgaer made a study of the winged mare. Her intrusion upon his time of relaxation was easily forgive, he was aware that a new burden weighed upon him. Rest had become a foreign concept to him as he sought to selflessly serve the people he had sworn to protect. A sacrifice he suspected the ivory mare knew well. Chestnut framed ears prick themselves toward the sound of her velvet voice, catching every question and undertone of concern as she introduced herself as the ambassador of Hyaline. He smiled in an attempt to ease her worry, the look playing handsomely upon his otherwise masculine features. She spoke fondly of her daughter and he imagined if she was much like Khaeli had been. Rambunctious and predisposed to trouble. A pang of grief hit his heart and his smile faltered.
 
“It is an honor to meet you, Ilma,” he greeted with a nod of respect. “I am Belgaer, son of Brennen and heir to his throne. I agree that we have much to discuss. Perhaps we could meet with my father to discuss matters more fully?”

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