Lorenso let out a sigh as he finished his smoke, feeling slightly calmer. His presence would be expect thoughout the dinner, and he grudgingly pick himself up out the chair and prepared himself to return. He picked up the sword he had thrown in his rage, placing it in his scabbard. His mind flicked back to young Lenally, she reminded him of the early days with the king, a time when things were simple in Lorensos life, and his one job was to guard his friend.<em>...seems I couldn't even do that.</em><br/><br/>On his way out, Lorenso walked past the library, picking up a book written by his friend. "Philosophy of love and the arts of pleasure". One of his earliest books, before he took the throne, he had been so passionate in those days. Lorenso found it hard to imagine the Ice Queen Lysa sharing her husbands views.<br/><br/>He strolled down the hall, leisurely flicking through the pages before reaching the main banquet hall.<br/><br/><br/><strong>*continues in castle Theiri public rooms.</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/>