The Queen chuckled amused at the time as he made the connection, and shook her head amusedly at the comment that she wasn't the jealous sort. She said nothing right away, simply listening and smiling to him, nodding her head a little in acceptance. She allowed a brief chuckle to part her lips again, at his words of not distracting her.<strong>"Oh I usually don't mind <em>your</em> kind of distraction, but right now I can't risk someone coming in and smelling sex in my presence..."</strong>She said a bit guiltily, shaking her head at this. She listened to him though, and her expression remained amused as she heard him tell about his readiness.<strong>"I will keep this in mind and perhaps take advantage of it at some time, but for now you have permission to leave."</strong>She bowed her head in a royal fashion briefly, then focusing on the work she had before her.<br/><br/>Lieutenant Whitestone guided him along to the quarters, finding the captain still in bedrest. Her reply to the knok had been a simple 'come in' spoken in a gentle voice, not one of officer's firmness as usual. Her state of dress and remaining paleness spoke volumes of the attack's strength, and the luck that Tehr himself or the Queen had not come to share the captain's fate on a bed, or a worse one if none had been able to rush out for aid. She was a little blushed at the words he spoke, suggesting her to be the hero, but settled for a soft chat with the man she was with.<strong>"I have to admit I was curious about the queen's intentions, and was there with curiosity and open mind. One more reason to be angry at whoever sent that bottle huh? Ruined a chance for two women's affections, isn't that something a man might carry a grudge over?"</strong>Her tone a little joking, but her smile still apologetic. As Tehr took his leave, she lay back to rest abit more again, allowing herself to doze off against the pillows. She did so with a smile on her lips, and a blush on her cheeks.<br/><br/>His journey back to the stables went uninterrupted, and the ride back through the market was peaceful enough. On arrival home though, he was greeted by a sight of the lad that he had directed to work on Ironna's service, smiling as he handed a large packet of meat to Heidi who bowed her head gratefully, taking the delivery in and giving the lad a few coins before he got on his way to return towards the direction of the dwarf's shop.<strong>"Ah, master, we are just preparing for evening meal."</strong>She showed some choice cuts of meat there, before smiling and taking the delivered goods inside. His study soon played host for the three items, the orb shifting when set down, showing a rather convincing mimicry of Tehr buried balls deep into his sister, the sister's mouth wrapped around another, caught between two men and seeming to love it, grinding back and forth between them. The third colour figure was not a familiar one either, but faded soon after.<br/><br/>The trip to the white room was a safe one this time around, the building's front showing the pillars supporting the balcony above, having a view to Londinium. There were some gentlemen gathered there, a few of them smoking a pipe others just chatting. The front door was shut, but as he neared it a half-elven man with smooth cheeks and a black uniform with white shirt, and gloves, moved to open the doorway. "Welcome sir, I've been instructed to inform you should you ever visit that the owner would like to have a word with you at the reading room." He offered a smile, gesturing at the signs on doors along the large hallways, with curved staircase rising at two sides of a small fountain with a statue of a nymph like woman holding an amphora pouring water down upon a young woman laying by her side. The artwork looked old, and not afraid to show the feminine shape, though it was not made 'detailed enough' to be outright obscene, yet the beauty of a woman's curved figure was shown on both.<br/><br/>The entrance hall seemed to lead to several rooms on both its left and right side, a balcony-like hallway on the second floor going around with doors to the balcony area above the entrance way, to the doors to the sides of the place there too, and a set of large dual doors at the top of the landing on the second floor where the stairs met, no doubt leading to some ante-chamber that was, by sign, marked as 'meeting hall'.<br/><br/>The doors present seemed to lead to a 'game room' where the presence of dice, cards and chips were apparent, the door partly open as a young elven man left the room at that time chuckling to a much older (by comparison) human man who was simply shaking his head humored. "One day, you will learn the art of bluffing." He said mock-sternly, seemingly heading to the entrance. There was a door marked for 'library' next to one reading 'reading room', but there were others marked 'game room', 'map room', and 'dance hall'.<br/><br/>"If my lord wishes, I can bring some tea shortly. There's also some excellent muffins at hand. Members are free to enjoy the gifts, and I've been informed you are a member at least for today, depending on the events." He smiled calmly, and gestured the way.<br/><br/>The reading room houses a gathering of tables, with comfy armchairs near them a few open windows allowing a corner hold a table with a few men smoking and discussing in hushed tones, while several others seemed to be simply reading at peace, a few sharing comments at the tables on the events in the local newspaper, but the presence of the 'owner' was noticeable easily enough. There sat an old man at the end of the room, near a blazing fireplace, with a large throne-like chair set before a round table, five other chairs set about near it, each grandiose in its own right, but the one with the old gentleman stood out, in its own strange way. Almost as if calling for attention, or it might have been the man's own regal presence. Something about him was subtly whispering of great age and wisdom.<br/><br/>Seated in one of the other chairs like that was the Duke himself. They were engaged in a conversation with one another, paying little attention to most things, but one more matter might have caught Tehr's eye. There was a woman dressed in a tight corset standing nearby as he entered the room, her bosom lifted by the said outfit, her skirts long, flowing covers, a prounounced posterior that could only be achieved by some assistance built into the suit itself. She appeared to be checking her face in a small hand-mirror, before noticing Tehr's entry. "Bonjour monsieur, parlez-vous francais?"