These were the reasons Lorivar stayed away. The closeness of the court did not suit him. The forced camaraderie between people who otherwise would not be friends. Could not be friends because they did not like each other. Yet each must set aside their differences to serve The Queen.
Lorivar did it for Ilithian. Because he... cared for their friendship. Because she was rightful queen of Askavi. And he allowed healer priestesses who obviously disliked him into his home and played nice while they looked at him like that. "I do, somewhere about here." He had maps aplenty. And not just of his isle.
Lori opened a drawer, eyes downcast as he smirked over her fussing. His fingers danced through bound scrolls, rolling them over each other until he found the one he wanted. Plucking it out, he unbound it, tisking at the lady across from him. "Triangles are for queens, Lady Fulminare. I don't need escorted anywhere." Lori tacked the map flat with a touch of craft at the corners, utilizing the barest touch of his Opal.
"I know exactly what I rule, I can promise you and that thieving queen of yours that." He still hadn't forgiven Ilithian for that. Lori had decided he never would. It gave him too much of the advantage to nurse and old wound. The child's squeal did something curious to Tuvian's face, something he'd seen on many women. Lorivar never understood it. He made as many as he could, but he found children to be filthy, obnoxious beasts.
His teeth flashed. "I know that also. I allow my sister play at master when I'm away." With a make-shift triangle Lorivar had chosen for her. No need to let the idiot sink his island and all her queen sisters on it. The girl hadn't half a brain in her whole head, queen or no. "For practice." Mother Night help them if she was ever allowed to rule anything but her own bedroom.
Brow twitching, Lori stuck a finger in his bad ear and gave it a wag, curious if he'd heard her wrong. "'Myself and my manhood are well in hand." Lewd, he knew, but there was no one to witness his teasing of the lady. For his queen, he did not ask Tuvian is she was offering to see to it herself. He wanted Ilithian to welcome him into her bed again. not cut his spear off.
"Very precious, I made him myself." Lorivar waved the preciousness away with his hand, and barked entrance for the servant who had come to hover in the doorway. Vanishing half the contents scattered across his desk, Lori left the map and made room for the tray to be placed. "Close the door on your way out, please." When the latch clicked shut, his narrowed gaze settled on Ilithian's war dog.
"What are you on about, Tuvian?"