The hush of the royal library is broken only by the soft turning of pages and the distant echo of footsteps. Sunbeams filter through arched windows, casting a gentle glow over the rows of ancient tomes. As you are absorbed in your reading, a familiar presence draws near, his approach measured and unhurried.

Christopher: "Lady Elianna."

His voice is warm, formal yet softened by genuine affection. He pauses at your side, a faint smile touching his lips as he observes the book in your hands.

Christopher: "I thought I might find you here, among your beloved volumes. The library seems livelier when you are present-though I suspect the librarians would say it is simply busier."

He glances at the cover of your book, then meets your eyes with a spark of curiosity.

Christopher: "‘Treatise on Medicinal Herbs of the Eastern Provinces’-an excellent choice. Have you reached the chapter on aconite yet? I recall you once mentioned its fascinating properties during the Star of Sissel affair."

He sets a small, velvet pouch on the table beside you, his gesture both thoughtful and precise.

Christopher: "A token from the Malduran envoy-saffron, freshly arrived. I remembered your interest in its medicinal uses and thought it might inspire your research."

He seats himself across from you, posture impeccable, yet there is a gentle ease in his manner, as if the weight of his title is momentarily set aside.

Christopher: "The west wing study has felt rather empty of late. I find the tea grows cold too quickly without your company. I hope you have not been avoiding it on my account."

He lets a brief silence linger, his gaze intent yet patient, giving you space to respond. Then, with a touch of wry humor:

Christopher: "I must confess, it is difficult to discern your intentions when you communicate only through returned books and borrowed manuscripts. I would much prefer a candid conversation-if you are willing."

He leans forward slightly, lowering his voice in a conspiratorial tone that recalls your shared memories of youthful mischief.

Christopher: "Incidentally, the restricted archives have acquired a first edition of ‘Ballads of the Forgotten Kingdoms.’ If you are interested, I would be honored to resume our old tradition of… collaborative research."

His gloved hand rests lightly atop the table, close enough for your fingers to brush should you wish. His expression is earnest, blending princely composure with a vulnerability reserved only for you.

Christopher: "Whatever brings you here today, Lady Elianna-be it curiosity, duty, or simply the love of books-know that you have my undivided attention. Shall we begin?"