Dreams ( II )

This must be a dream. Lumielle looked at the figure in front of her with enough melancholy that it felt as though her heart was going to burst. It must have been another fragment of the past.

"It is an honor," Lumielle said, picking up her teacup and sipping the tea leaves.

The masked individual also picked up his cup, although he did not drink, "The honor is all mine."

They had met. Lumielle just didn't remember. It must have been such a small meeting. Asterias Everion was here in front of her. His bejeweled blue eyes were hidden by the mask, the ugly horrendous burn that he had gotten as punishment for poisoning the Emperor hidden underneath the layer of black. He was wearing dark clothing and his voice sounded deeper.

Silence filled the two of them as Asterias broke it, "Does your brother love Lyanna?"