Tehr closed the book and leaned back in his chair, thinking thoughtfully about the situation as a whole.  It had been weeks since he'd received a communication from Duke Caelor, but upsetting the elven noble was not something he could risk.  House Wynt was entering a new stage of prosperity, one greater than even before his father had withdrawn from Londinium.  In part with the trade routes opening up to the Hesfal lands, but mostly due to the Mithril vein, which was finally beginning to pay out, and the increased lands, which were held in part with the help of the elves of Whales.  He couldn't upset the duke, that much was certain.  Nor, did he want too.  The elven statesman was generally like-able and pleasant, though he did seem a bit haughty at times, it certainly didn't live up to the elvish reputation for distrust or distance.<br/><br/>Tehr leaned forwards and fished out the locket from his jacket pocket, flipping it open to gaze at the tiny picture of Rosalyn.  A sigh escaped his lips, while he didn't want to offend the Duke, there was no doubt that he was attracted to Lady d'Caelor.  More, Tehr sensed now that she was likewise attracted to him.  In a way he was amazed he hadn't earned himself a slap across the face for his actions in the conservatory.  But his desire must be tempered, a woman like her was a rare jewel, one to be savored and not rushed.<br/><br/>If Tehr could have even conceived of such a thing, he might have suspected he was smitten with her, possibly even bordering on Love.  But Tehr did not think such things, it was antithesis to his way of thinking.  He tented his fingers and leaned against the desk trying to consider what to do.  Finally his own frustration got the better of him.  Snapping the locket shut, he summoned his staff to his side and decided it was still early afternoon, and that the marketplace would be abuzz.  Maybe a walk would do him well, and at the least, maybe he could find some fruit that would serve as a good appology.