That very night, Adrith was seated in her study, a glass of wine in one hand and a recently finished novel in the other. The pages of the book opened before her, absorbing her attention, when she heard the approach of footsteps from behind. Turning, she saw Isolde entering the room.
"Isolde," Adrith greeted, a warm smile gracing her features.
Isolde, in her characteristic eye-rolling fashion, expressed her desire, "I want to go to the founding festival tomorrow evening."
A flicker of offense crossed Adrith's expression as she responded, "And you don't want me to come with you?"
"Of course not, Adrith. You're the host of the festival, meaning you have lots of work to do. I will take Sir Maverick with me as an escort," Isolde explained.
