Roy had met Sable and Otto at a dinner party meant for political gain. He managed to slip out and collect himself in the library, not realizing it already had an occupant. "Ah, you're Sable, right? Er, Lady Sable. Lady... Alkaev." What a wonderful first impression from a king. Accepting this defeat, he retreated to his corner of the library and browsed through books. Texts upon texts, autobiographies, dissertations. Where were the lighthearted books? The occasional joke book or the cooking book, something that brought out the humanity, something to balance all the work with some play?
He settled on a history book concerning Yenereth. A few pages were skimmed before the daze once again set in. Curious eyes drifted to his compatriot once more and her book. "Military strategies," Roy read the title out loud. He stiffened slightly when her attention moved to him. "Sorry, just curious. You know, you're a lot like a general," he noted. "You talk like all the war generals I've met and you're very knowledgeable over the subject-- Maybe even more than a couple I've met. Have you ever considered being one? Your husband mentioned you being an instructor, but why not aim for higher positions?"
Something deep inside told him he already knew the answer. Along with her militaristic knowledge and overall no-nonsense demeanor that lined with high military positions, there was something else about the way she carried herself that reminded him a lot of the upper class he'd met when he was first coronated. It reminded him of the people that wanted higher positions in life, or to be able to boast something to others, not for vanity but to prove themselves. He had a feeling it was a good idea not to vocalize these observations.
Roy held up one hand and smiled lightly, a familiar expression. "Sorry, I only stopped by for a quick minute. I'm actually still on the clock. I just wanted a chance to meet you in person." Although the shadows whispered to him that they'd met before, in some ethereal, cosmic way-- ways he supposed he ought to get used to. This was no ordinary person, if she even was one, yet he didn't get the impression she was someone to keep an eye on. Did he know just what he was getting himself into with her, Roy wondered before chuckling to himself. That kid, he wouldn't have cared either way, would he?
"You play very nicely," he noted as he made his way to her harp, admiring the design. Custom built. "I have one myself. It's one of my favorites to let my mind drift while I play. Last time I saw mine, well," His smile twitched as he recalled peeking into a certain music lesson. "Someone nearly broke it. Oh, sorry, don't mean to chew your ear off. I know that's not exactly what a musician wants to hear after a long performance. I need to head back to work anyway. It was a pleasure meeting you."