"I missed you," Asterias chimed warmly. His words were also melliferous. Like a delicate daisy budding in the spring breeze. His smiles perfect, his touches saccharine as Lumielle huffed.
He was known for his ability to cajole women with the utmost ease. He did it without a modicum of hesitation. Words effortlessly slipping from his lips like nectar, she wondered if his reputation had been like this in her past-life. Whenever she thought about Asterias, she felt her stomach twist. This man's whole reputation would be eclipsed with the death of his father and the banishment to the North.
He would become a feared man, a scarred man, his face rarely shown unless through a mask. His white hair and blue eyes becoming akin to frost. Any social capital he had built would crumble.
