Eric
Fleur De Lysse
The Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills

By the soft creak of the door and the light footsteps behind her, Fleur knew that her brother entered the room. It had become a custom that he didn't knock when the door was already open, as it was many days, as if waiting for him to make a surprise visit back from one of his trips. Fleur had always tried to stay attentive to days when he was going to be back, but most days muddled together for her. 

Setting down the paintbrush lightly, Fleur turned upon the milkmaid stool she was sat upon- she had took it from the barn herself, much to her mother's unknowing. It amused Fleur when she spoke to Cyril about the milkmaid's missing a stool.

The girl gave her brother a big smile, growing into a grin at the sight of the book in his hand. Standing from her place on the short stool, Fleur took the book from his hand to set it upon the desk, before pulling her brother into her arms to be wrapped in a familiar hug. Fleur didn't do it often- she knew if her mother walked past the door she would be reprimanded. It was saved for the particularly long trips where Bastien was away. 

"I missed you." Fleur mumbled into his shoulder, before pulling away to look up at the taller boy. 

"You're leaving again-" Fleur sighed, moving to take a seat on the edge of her bed. She could see the expression upon his face- though he tried to hide it, Fleur knew him much better than that.

"Where are you going?"
Ronald
House de Lysse guards
The Sun Gate

"I'm afraid I have no idea. I'd be better if lord Cyril explains it to you. Follow me."

The guard escorted Cornelius to the base of the black tower and opened the wooden door for him. As he was about to close it, he remembered something:

"Forgive me for asking, but what exactly were you hired for? The lord never expressed desire to hire someone from Sol. In fact, he is quite distrusteful of people outside of his family."
John
Cornelius
The Sun Gate

"I'm afraid that's a question we both have," He said, pausing for a moment shortly thereafter. "Thank you. I wish you good luck."

Cornelius closed the door himself, ensuring that no more questions regarding what he did and/or does did not arise from the curious guardsman. He let out a sigh of relief, finally being in a place that was relatively warm, or at least warmer than the outside. His feet carried him to the office where he'd find Lord Cyril, and he knocked upon the door.

"I received a summons, Lord de Lysse. May I enter?"
Ronald
Cyril de Lysse
The Sun Gate

A voice came from the other side of the door.

"You may," It said.

The room was austere, but the few decorations were extremely lavish. A man was sitting on his desk, not working ,but reading. For a moment, Cornelius. Somethibg about his demeanor was off... Unbefiting of a lord even. He was pleghmatic enough, sure, but his presence didn't carry the same aura of power as others, such as his former lady for instance.
Standing before Cyril de Lysse, Cornelius felt more in company of an aristocrat than a governor.