After he concludes his conversation with Felassan, Solas goes searching for Beleth. The house is not large, but it is full of carefully partitioned spaces for privacy. The gardens are her domain, and seem fit to burst into a cacophony of flowers in all colors, come the spring.
But she is not there
The kitchen too, is often her place of power, but though the smell of warm milk and fresh bread lingers in the heated air, there is nothing of Beleth there but the memory of warm honey. The bedroom, then.
It will one day be a truly beautiful room, a sanctuary against the world, hidden here where none but they may enter. The curtains are drawn, and he hesitates on the threshold. He waits there, until he is sure she has noticed him, and then closes the door behind himself.
"Will you hear my apology, Vhenan?" He begins, quiet and cold. Oh, and here is the anger, once deferred. How could she be so careless with herself, "Or would you prefer to offer me your own, first?"
Apology - After Felassan's intro
But she is not there
The kitchen too, is often her place of power, but though the smell of warm milk and fresh bread lingers in the heated air, there is nothing of Beleth there but the memory of warm honey. The bedroom, then.
It will one day be a truly beautiful room, a sanctuary against the world, hidden here where none but they may enter. The curtains are drawn, and he hesitates on the threshold. He waits there, until he is sure she has noticed him, and then closes the door behind himself.
"Will you hear my apology, Vhenan?" He begins, quiet and cold. Oh, and here is the anger, once deferred. How could she be so careless with herself, "Or would you prefer to offer me your own, first?"