They bid a farewell to the group of women who insisted on a few more minutes of speaking, although he was almost certain they just wanted the time for a closer look or two. Or maybe he was just being egotistic. Either or were highly possible. She just made a remark that she was feeling a little tired now and felt the need to go lie down for a bit, an option that Madam Esbern quickly agreed to. Apparently she had been pacing about all day and had refused to rest beforehand, and while the midwife said the unrest would affect the unborn child, the Commander insisted the unrest was because of the child.
"I don't feel as though I should out fully complain about every little movement and such, it doesn't seem like something a Commander should do." Sigrun started as she pushed open the double doors that lead into her room. She had always thought it was rather extravagant for her taste and the fact that the room itself was nearly the size of half a wing was another thing as well. But the Holy Commanders were always treated like royalty and she had seen a few more perks for it ever since the Begnion Senators left- or rather, were forcibly removed. She had always held a mild dislike for it but it seemed to be slowly playing along in her favor now. Half of it remained as her bedroom, with some mild sets of furniture while the other half was in the process of becoming a nursery. She had most of the pieces already set up and put in place but there were a few small items that she had yet to unpack or had yet to arrive. "But if I get kicked in the spine once more I do believe my walking days will be over."
A light chuckle escaped him at her remark as he watched her move a hand to press against her back. "There was a woman in our settlement a few months back who was carrying and she was always making a remark about how she woke up every morning with a bruised kidney."
"Well I certainly understand her predicament." she nodded; watching as he seemed to take interest in the smaller pieces of furniture. She would give him some time to mingle with her chosen selection for the nursery while she preferred to give herself some time to sit down for a moment; her sore ankles had been crying for quite some time. Fingers reached out and skimmed against the arm of the closest chair before she slowly lowered herself into the open seat. A quiet sigh of relief escaped her as she felt the extra weight shift off from the base of her spine... of course it moved over to rest on her pelvis now. Hands knitted themselves over her gracious stomach and the lack of movement from underneath hinted that the child was napping at the given moment, which meant she'd probably be up half the night then.
He touched at the dark wood that been cut, molded and smoothed out by the easy hand of a master carpenter; it had been sculpted and pieced together with careful expertise to provide a top of the line crib bed. A light-blue blanket was neatly folded at the foot of the crib while a silver material was draped over the wooden edges. It was clear that she had taken her own time out to handpick the smallest accessories while a few trinkets of toys were piled on top of a smaller dresser close by; the toys were no doubt presents from the other guards or from the townspeople themselves. He would guess that the small pile of other folded blankets were a gift from Commander Tanith herself... although it was hard to believe, to be quiet honest. His eyes moved to where a decorative gown was hung up from the top of a full-length mirror. The material seemed to almost resemble silk while the white shades were beautifully crossed with decorative pieces of gold; it seemed like something fit for a Goddess. A separate gold sash was hung up next to it to complete the wordless uniform.
"It was a gift Queen Nailah sent to me."
Of course... he thought the design of it looked similar to something Prince Rafiel wore. A light chuckle escaped him as he resisted the urge to touch the gown and instead stepped away. "It seems like something suiting to represent her people. Queen Nailah can be a difficult case sometimes, she shows inspiration to interact with others and yet her own personality refuses to linger around all too long. She can seem intimidating at all times and yet you wouldn't want anyone else on your side... Goddess pray, I'm still thankful that she considers my kind an ally."
"She is an intelligent leader, she wouldn't make a wrong decision." she remarked. "I'm still impressed that she answered my first letter."
"I have no doubts that Prince Rafiel might've had a hand or two in on the matter." he nodded before he walked the distance over to where she was sitting. "Now then, while we have the time, do tell me all about this 'diplomatic mission I was supposingly on."
A light chuckle escaped her for a moment as she watched him kneel slightly in front of her. "Uh well, it was easier to tell them that you were off on a 'mission' trying to solve a few issues with your own people than what was really happening. I mean, I didn't stray all too far from the truth, right? I didn't really know what you were doing asides from the last few meetings we were in together... so I just pieced a story to work and so far it's been believable. I mean, tell me if I'm wrong."
"Well, sadly enough, you're mostly right."
"Oh... that's good then, I wouldn't want to make a liar of myself in front of Madam Esbern."
The sound of a brief knock at the doors was barely timed before the two structures were pushed aside; revealing a tall, dark-haired man dressed in black armor. He was holding a mid-sized crate in both arms as he seemed to try and find a way to navigate the room and find a place to set it down; somehow able to completely miss them. Despite his taller stance and semi-muscular fit, he set the package down with ease and when his arm knocked over one of the trinkets that had been stacked close by, he made sure to put it back in its proper place. It was only in that slight turn to leave when he stopped; revealing the dark patch that covered his right eye.
"My apologies, Lady Tanith informed me that this room would be empty-"
"Oh, it's quite alright, Sir-"
"Sir Haar, I do hope you remember where I told you to place that and that you did so carefully." Tanith intruded as she pushed her way through the doors; pausing momentarily as she look at the man merely just standing around. "Well? Does it look like this court is paying you to look moronic?"
"Tanith, please, will you show Sir Haar a little more respect?" Sigrun requested.
The brown-haired woman seemed surprised at the voice and slowly looked over to where the two were situated. The slight downturn at the corner of her lips deepened even more before she turned back to the other man. "Sir Haar, I suppose it appears as though we are intruding on something, hopefully it's not something important."
"And what if it is?" he questioned her just the same, with an almost lethargic tone.
She frowned once more, as though she hated to be questioned, before she turned back to them. "Sir Stefan, are you proposing to Commander Sigrun?"
It felt like every small breath was knocked clean out of his lungs at the question; leaving him mostly speechless and partly stumbling just the same. "Uh... no, no I am not, Lady Tanith; we were just speaking, that's all."
"Now that we have that cleared up, you can stop wasting my time, Sir Haar."
