Tehr hadn't landed himself in the bed chambers of the queen by not daring to risk.  He knew that this could be risky, but he did believe it was what would be best for his house, as well as the queendom.  He nodded at her words and moved to gather his clothing and his belongings, understanding the dismissal from her presence as necessary.  She likely had other matters to attend too, as he did, and was politely telling him that the time she had for idle pleasure was likely past it's end point.  He took no offense from this, knowing if she had wished, she could ask him to stay the rest of the day and night, and he'd likely not refuse.  But there were things to do, and still several hours of daylight left to accomplish them, despite the rain.<br/><br/><strong>"Two days will likely not be enough time my queen, but it might be possible.  I shall send you a message by the morning, day after tomorrow if I need longer time.  I am certain I will see you again within a few days, to give you an update on my progression."</strong>He paused and smiled,<strong>"Or to service any other desires you may have, as I am always happy to do."</strong>With that he would take his leave, nodding to the guards who stood outside the door.  Long had they gone past seeming surprised at the smell of sexual musk on his body upon leaving the Queen's chambers, and only nodded at him in return.  A small part of him wondered if he allowed the short fifteen minute window after love making to elapse because he in fact enjoyed the scent of a lover's musk on his body, or if it just didn't seem important to cast the easy clean spell in that golden window of post orgasmic haze.  But ultimately it didn't matter.<br/><br/>He strode through the palace, heading towards the stable, stopping only once when he was in the warm hay filled space.  He greeted his loyal horse Blondie and saddled her himself before gazing out into the smattering rain.  Well, a little water never hurt him before he thought as he mounted and headed out of the warm dry stables.  Then it was back to Hewthorne Hall and hoping that the Lady Rosalyn had stayed in, maybe because of the inclement weather.  He wished to let her know about the developments with her father, and also ask her opinion of the logging idea.  Also, it might not hurt to have an elven lass at his side when he went to speak with Mother Dryad, something he had to do before he moved forwards with his plan.  He could do no less and still consider himself honorable.  Of course, the idea of being alone in a rainy forest with Rosalyn, the slow steady cool rain plastering her hair to her head, her clothing to her body... that thought warmed him somewhat significantly.