☀️ Arselia and Akonia

The sweet couple sat in the kitchen, reminiscing about Ayko, Zoritsa, and Nora while enjoying a bottle of hidden cognac, when the doorbell rang. "Who else has the wind blown our way...?" grumbled Beata, getting to her feet. "Are you sure you want to greet guests looking like that?" sighed Guion, glancing at the curtain, which was about to fall apart at the seams from a single sneeze. "Do you have a better idea, smart guy? I was just about to go buy some decent clothes, and now someone's showing up," Beata grabbed a cloak from the hook and angrily wrapped it around herself. "Maybe it's a messenger from the Royal Court? With money and equipment," Guion mused, hurrying after her to the door. "If that's the case, then he couldn't care less about how we look. The Royal Court is aware of our escapades," Beata snorted. "Coming, coming!" she called out to the visitor. The door swung open in front of Erephir, revealing an angry, tall blonde woman in a tattered curtain-dress and a winter coat, and a handsome dark-haired young man in an expensive suit and cheap pink flip-flops standing behind her. His expression was a mixture of an apologetic smile and a feeling of utter embarrassment.