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Yolande De Felius posts in Courtly Love

Yolande thought she had been quick enough to regain her composure from Treveur's appearance, which had been as unnervingly opportune as if she had somehow summoned him with the sly and fleeting thought he had interrupted. Some thoughts were not to be shared with anyone, not even her confidante Agnes, and certainly not with the subject of them.

But even if she hid it beneath her habitual cool and rather distant manner, there was pleasure in the meeting too. Any lingering annoyance she might still be feeling towards the handsome knight dissipated in the morning sunshine, though she deliberately didn't meet his gaze until he mentioned the surprisingly favourable outcome of his audience with the Duke and Duchesse.

“You wouldn't have had anything to do with that, n'est-ce pas?”

“Ah,” Yolande regarded Treveur, his half-smile mirrored in the curve of her own lips. She kept him waiting a suitable span for her answer to such a presumptuous question, before she tapped his chest lightly with her gloved hand and shook her head. “Seigneur, I swear if you were not such a charming ruffian sometimes, I might tell you the truth. As it is, you will simply have to imagine what might have encouraged their Graces' leniency. I'm sure you have an excellent imagination; most young knights do.”

Treveur nodded solemnly, playing along with her game. “Then shall I simply assume it was the reputation of the de Felius name that swayed their mercy, madame?”

She gave him a bland, artless smile. “That would be a wise assumption, Sir Treveur, and one that requires no further obligations on either side, as long as the situation doesn't repeat itself.”

“I understand, madame,” Treveur bowed his head gallantly and her smile faltered for just the briefest second. Sometimes she felt that despite her defences, he understood her a little more than she was entirely comfortable with.

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