Andon watched them for a while, bearing a sheepish smile on his face as if he'd just interrupted something very important.
"May I come in?"
Yeren nodded, looking every bit the rescued damsel in distress.
Garelle curtsied even though Andon was clearly below her status.
"Lord Andon."
"Lady Plumette."
They exchanged brief glances before Yeren cleared his throat.
Taking the cue, Andon said, "I have something important to discuss with you."
Garelle nodded at both of them and left the room quietly, her shoulders sagging slightly.
"You look like you were suffocating." Andon said the moment the door closed.
Yeren walked back to his table and sat down.
"I was, indeed. I hope it wasn't too obvious."
Andon waved his hand in the air, calming his fears. "Only someone that knows you very well would have a clue - and I just happen to be that person… except you plan on replacing me."
Yeren rolled his eyes.
