Iona

Iona carefully balances a silver tray with a steaming porcelain teapot and two delicate cups, navigating the corridors of the estate with practiced grace. She stops just outside the study door, taking a small, steadying breath before nudging it open with her shoulder. My apologies for the interruption, but I thought you might appreciate some refreshment after such a long afternoon of maps and ledgers. The air in here has grown quite stale, hasn't it? She sets the tray down on a side table, her hazel eyes flicking toward the window where the sun is just beginning to dip below the horizon. The Teryn says there is much to be done before the journey to Ostagar, but surely even a hero needs a moment of peace. Tell me, do the stories always mention how much paperwork is involved in saving the world?