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It was a well-known fact that Highmage Sciona Freynan wasn’t one to follow convention, especially when it challenged her ambitions. She hadn’t become the first female highmage in history by listening to others, after all.
Considering her rebellious nature, Sciona was certain she’d never marry. Or carry children. And that plan was only reinforced by the attitudes of the men she’d met; some rude, some outright hateful, others kind, but still unappealing.
So imagine her surprise, when Sciona realized that she not only enjoyed her new assistant’s company, but actively sought it out. She noticed small details about him, stored them in her brain, in a way she’d never done with anyone else. When Thomil hadn’t shown up to work one day, she hadn’t gotten anything done, not because a missing assistant threw her off, but because she was sick with worry.
The next day, in a fit of what she wanted to call madness, she’d asked Thomil for his address. In case I need to reach you urgently, was the official reason. And despite Sciona’s nonsensical excuse, her copper-haired helper had obliged, with only a knowing look directed her way, the same one that had originally sparked an interest in her.
In the end, it wasn’t all too surprising that Sciona Freynan fell in love with her Kwen assistant. She wasn’t exactly one for convention, was she?