"That's mean, both of you," Yorian disturbed them, his expression like that of an old man berating his own grandchildren. "If all Orian had befriended were wrong people, that counts me in, as well as King Drayce and Queen Seren as well, right? What nonsense. Now, stop this childish squabbling."
"Apologies, Lord Yorian," Oriana said as she stepped back.
On the other hand, Arlan merely harrumphed, but he also gave ground on the conversation.
"Going back to the topic of that brooch." Yorian kept Zaria's portrait with a wave of a hand. "I must say, it is a pity that such a lovely handicraft unfortunately fell on an unworthy person. That kind of style reminds me of the craftsmanship of my people, the elves."
Oriana understood the underlying meaning of his words. "I will make one for you as well, Lord Yorian."
"Thank you. Ah, I am not fond of lavender. You can instead use buckwheat flowers."
"As per your wish."
