220 Magnetic…

Aren took the hand and shook it.

He looked better up close and before this, she would have sworn that was impossible. Was it because of the scene he had made and how he had carried himself? What was it, Aren wondered, that made this man feel so magnetic?

"It's nice to meet you as well," Evian told her gently. 

Aren took a few seconds to calm herself and made it seem so natural that there seemed to be no break in the conversation when she did decide to speak,

"I can't help but notice that you are without a drink," she said as she and Evian's hands separated, "We should fix that."

"Lead the way," Evian told her with the graceful demeanor of a gentleman. 

It put Aren at ease. Even more at ease than she had managed to put herself already. She chuckled and intertwined their arms and led the way into the crowd proper while men among the Knight Entourage standing apart from the celebrations in the hall looked on with Envy.