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Alistair was dressed for court today. Indigo robes with a sapphire blue refraction and silver embroidery, he carried a pile of books and plonked them down on a table on a balcony. The grounds of Bochanan estate loomed beyond the railing, lords and ladies conversing in the courtyard below. Picking up a book, he opened it to the section which he was going to teach to Lady Myrcella, a young noble woman of the estate, and the most beautiful. Alistair swallowed a gulp at the thought. Laying a quill and ink pot beside the book, he stood up straight and smoothed down the front of his court dress, expecting the lady shortly.
The stone balcony was round and large enough to accommodate a table, which was lined with cups of rose water, cakes, bread and butter. Footsteps clapped down the hallway inside the castle and Alistair sprung up. Darting around the other side of the table, he stood up straight, his posture immaculate and held his hands in front of his thighs.
Lady Myrcella stood in the door with two of her servants. She was just as beautiful as her portraits. Hair like spun gold and eyes like the sea, Alistair's heart skipped a beat and sweat gathered on the back of his neck. Reaching around, he mopped it up with his sleeve.
Stammering, the young mage darted forward, gently took her hand and lowered his head to grace it with an air kiss.
"My lady, my name is Alistair Wren, I'm going to be your tutor for today," he looked up and said, his dark blue eyes catching the sapphire light from his robes. Letting go of Myrcella's hand, the young mage ducked around the table and pulled out her chair, inviting her to sit.
Alistair walked around to the other side of the table, where an a large stand supported several sheets of parchment. He had written down a few runes and their translations for Myrcella to copy down, which he pointed a shaky hand towards.
"Here are some runes and their translations, these are the ones I am going to teach you today," Alistair said, pointing to the rune which represented a healthy property in a spell. He reached down and picked up his cup of rose water, took a sip and sighed, welcoming the refreshing taste against his parched throat. Setting down the cup, he dabbed his lips on his sleeve and pointed to the book in front of Myrcella, "if you would be so kind as to turn to page four, my lady, that will explain more about the runes and how they are translated into the common tongue," he nodded with a smile.
Myrcella Bochanan
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