Morwenna Churast sat crosslegged in the small garden, clad in the uniform of the Royal Guard.  Her eyes were closed and her gaze was skyward.  The warmth of the sun on her face was a pleasant comfort and her expression was serene.  To any who saw her, she looked as if she were on the cusp of a pleasant daydream, but they would be wrong.  Heavy thoughts weighed on her mind, threatening to break the calm that she was seeking.<br/><br/>The King was dead well over a week now and no one seemed to know what had happened.  Morwenna could not help but wonder if she had missed some vital detail that might yield some meaning behind her Kings death. There was nothing that she could think of but it did not stop her from wondering.<br/><br/>Then there was the matter with Arion, her lover.  He had always had a wild streak to him but Morwenna could not believe that it could have had a hand in his sudden exile from the kingdom. Another event that she had only been able to watch in astonishment.  They had not spoken for some time, which was hardly surprising, but she was now regretting it.  She should have sought him out.<br/><br/>A dead King.  An exiled lover.<br/><br/>Both separate events weighed heavily upon her, causing her inner serenity to become a raging torrent of doubt and anger.  Morwenna had taken to meditation to try and regain a semblance of calm, and bury deep the urge to scream out her frustrations and ram her fists into something or someone.  Most days it worked, for a time.  Today she needed to regain her calm composure for she had been summoned to an audience with the Queen.<br/><br/>Sometime later, Morwenna entered the waiting area.  She knew that she was not of high enough rank with the Guard to warrant a private meeting so she was not surprised to see that there were others in the room.  One of the occupants she was surprised to see, however.<br/><br/>"Greetings Master Enastril." Morwenna greeted the nearest person.  His face was as stony as hers normally was, but his was better today.  Colder.  There was some history between the two but it was more due to Morwenna having been Arions lover than anything else.  She could remember the times that Arion had opened up about his dislike of the Blademaster and she knew that the feeling between the pair was mutual.<br/><br/>It took Morwenna a moment to recognize the Druidess, so unused to seeing her wearing a top.  "Greetings, Lady Aysia." she said in a polite tone.<br/><br/>The final person in the room actually brought a smile to Morwennas face.  "Daughter."  she said, walking up to Jhessail and taking both of her hands in hers. She longed to embrace her daughter but it might not be considered proper in such company.  "It has been too long, Jhessail.  I trust that you are well?"  Noticing the ring on Jhessails finger, Morwennas smile brightens some more.  It had been a gift from Arion and her and Morwenna was pleased to see that Jhessail was still wearing it.