Aymeric stared at the flames of his hearth. His sword, a brilliant blue blade, resting against the side of it. It was snowing gently outside of his window yet he paid it little mind. It was nearly always snowing in Ishgard. Its frequency of late hasn't bothered him. Some days it was quite nice to look upon the snow falling onto the stone while he dealt with the politics of the House of Lords and House of Commons.

The Dragonsong war was long over. Peaceful politics reigned supreme. He often wondered how his various comrades were fairing. Estinen and the Warrior of Light were ever traveling. Even Lucia he saw less and less these days. Instead of slaying monsters and fighting the good fight he was..signing papers and dealing with petty squabbles. He sighed deeply. "Oh what I would give to have you by my side right now, dear friend." He whispered, his smooth voice echoing around the lonely room in the manor. Stepping from the flames he thought back to his adoptive parents....he wondered if they would prefer he settle down with some lady of noble birth...perhaps sire children...but that was not what he wanted. No...he didn't care for any of the ladies that threw themselves at his feet. No his eye and heart were taken, though he dare not speak such out loud.

"I tire for the evening, my thoughts grow heavy." He mumbled to himself, his silken voice proper even in such private of quarters. It was not until he heard his door being opened that he was pulled to look at the intruder. His sword hilt finding its way in his hand.