( @ofawitheredrose )
Lance had been absorbed in a few papers. The worst part of being in his position among the knights. Dreaded paperwork. Especially since his handwriting was clearly readable. Auriaune took him by surprise when she hooked her arm around his. A brief look of confusion on his face as the words took a moment to register with him.
“I would think it may with the right permissions, Lady Auriaune.” He gave the woman a gentle smile. “You know my duty is to Lord Francel first. All you would have to do is ask the right person. For as much as you dote on the young lord, I’m sure he’d probably agree to it just to keep you safe.”