If it weren't for the topic of conversation, Loman could almost pretend that he was visiting Ashlynn at her home in Blackwell County… or perhaps a significantly more luxurious version thereof. After all, she'd told him when they first met that she rarely left her chambers and spent most of her time outside of them in Blackwell Manor's library.
But the illusion that he had entered the chambers of a cloistered royal princess shattered when he looked at other elements of the room's furnishings. Things that no noblewoman in the entire Kingdom of Gaal would keep in their private chambers unless they belonged to their husbands.
In one corner of the room, two suits of armor stood, both sized for a person far too short to fit any knight that Loman had ever known, making it clear at a glance that the armor belonged to Ashlynn herself and not someone who fought on her behalf.
