Saphir sat quietly in what used to be his father study, as he read over one of the dozens or so letter regarding his family's affairs. He's already read over the missive in his hand as he reached for another from a short pile he had set aside with some regard. His bright blue eyes reading over the words of his people former enemy seeking to broker a family tie.
“... not unlike others of my brethren, we hope to help our Prince and your Princess to solidify lasting peace by creating family bonds. The Sawyer lands and holdings would compliment your own and offer joint gains in trade should we be able to meet and possibly arrange a union between my eldest son and your accomplished sister....
The front door was heard as Kestrel's entered and not so quietly removed her soiled armor and boots in the foyer. The pungent smokey scent of Wyvern permeated the air making Saphir's stand to open a window.