[ For Florina Bellerose ]

Honora would sit in silence as Tybalt and Florina departed. She’d wait, seeking distance from the protection of the Commander before making her way to the gates where—ostensibly—Florina’s carriage would be waiting. It was easy enough to evade notice. Honora’s gift made it easy to bend the weak minds of those without magic to her will. There was no door that would be closed to her, no person to stand in her way. She was fixed on one target: the mind of the woman who had become her most recent fixation.

The hood of her black cloak pulled down over her face, she’d make for the stables outside of the palace gates. The tendrils of her magic reaching out as sensors, she’d reach for Florina—who she hoped would be waiting. The woman's magic would make it easy enough to sense Honora's magic and therefore anticipate her approach.