Ashlynn was later than she intended to be when she finally arrived at the small dining room she'd chosen for her meal with the young lords of Lothian March. Her lips were ever so slightly swollen, and a small dab of fresh blood lingered at the corner of her mouth after the intense kiss she'd shared with Nyrielle, but next to her crimson lipstain, it was unlikely anyone would notice it as anything more than a smudge of her makeup.
When she entered the dining room, Lord Liam, Sir Hugo, and Sir Carwyn all stood immediately, though the room's final occupant remained sullenly seated. Sir Rain looked rougher than he had when he arrived, and it was clear from the rough beard that had formed on his neck and jaw that he'd refused the aid of an Eldritch servant to maintain his appearance.
