To clear his mind from all the bullshit with Ariana, Kaiser joined his private lesson with this cold elf...
The air in the office was thick with the smell of old paper, a scent she knew by heart. Seated at her desk, Lady Seraphina Of Lake listened with one ear to young Kaiser's hesitant explanations about the fundamentals of mana channeling. Through the window, the fading afternoon light drew orange diamond shapes on the floorboards.
She had always considered herself an ice woman. A frozen lake, as her nickname suggested. A calm, cultured, and impenetrable woman. That had been her armor, forged year after year in her husband's manor.
She had been married to Krion Of Lake when she was only a young girl. A political agreement between two families, sealed by an exchange of spell parchments, high-quality potions, and a more than generous dowry.
Krion, for his part, coveted only the title of Patriarch of the Aqua clan from his brother.
