Elia fairly skipped into her brother's chambers. She'd heard some of the tales of the previous evening already and read some of it on the bleary faces of several of their guards. Which meant her darling eldest brother was going to be in such a lovely state of preparedness to hear all about the stunning damsels he could pick from.
Sunshine and orangeblossoms could have been called dour in comparison to Elia's smile as she poked her head into Myrwin's bedroom. "Good morning, my prince! Sleep well?" she asked, rattling the parchments in her hand only a little ostentatiously.