The Queen's Gardens: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn
This circular expanse of garden curves around the backside of the Royal Palace. 
Flagstone paths meander off through the lush greenery, through trees and many 
flowering shrubs. Trellises with flowered vines crawl up the gleaming white 
walls that surround the palace. A white stone courtyard sits at the center of 
the gardens, with tall columns circling around it, holding up its golden-tiled 
roof.
The sounds of Palace servants going about their nightly chores and the noise of 
children laughing and playing in the distance drift over the garden. A fine 
sprinkling of pristine snow lies upon the ground, and the water in the redstone 
fountain has a thick layer of ice on its surface. A path paved in flagstone 
meanders back around the Palace, and a white stone path leads back to the 
Courtyard. A white stone staircase curves up near the Palace, leading to a 
balcony above.

Ruen enters the Queen's Gardens from the east.

You sit down at Bench near fountain.

Today is Sevenday, 3 Aine, 997 NE. It is a Winter evening.

It appears to be one of the warmer winter days. Rennar Hune is sitting upon the 
fountain bench, looking over the pages of a book. A warm woolen cloak, adorned 
in fine embroidery rests upon her shoulders, keeping the wintry chill at bay. 
She does not notice the comings and goings of those moving about the Queen's 
Gardens.

Ruen strolls into the gardens, stifling a yawn. As he sees his employer, the 
lady Rennar, he bows deeply, going to one knee, and waits to be acknowledged...

Just at the moment Ruen bows, Rennar seems to look up, a curious expression 
lighting in her eyes, "I would not bow so deeping in the Queen's own gardens, 
one might think that I were attempting to take Aislynn's position." Her tone is 
light and teasing, though it is odd that she speaks of Aislynn so informally, 
"Please rise." A blush touches her cheeks.

Ruen gets to his feet, and smiles slightly at his lady's quip. "As you wish, my 
lady." he says, his eyes momentarily merry. " His smile fades. "My lady, I come 
to report..." he states flatly, his back ram-rod straight.

Rennar's own smile fades as Ruen does, seeing the business-like nature of her 
advisor. She looks about the gardens, perhaps searching to see if any are in 
listening distance, then motions for Ruen to sit, "Please, sit and relax. We 
need not be so formal while sitting here. And I think you rarely get time to 
enjoy the Queen's own gardens."

Ruen sits down at Bench near fountain.

Rennar waits until Ruen is seated, then speaks once more, "What is it that you 
are reporting on this time, Ruen?" Again the informality, though it might be 
noticed that this young noble woman enjoys such luxaries when she can.

Ruen gratefully accepts a seat, and throws his cloak back from his arms, 
folding them in front of him. "My lady, " he begins. "I wish to apologise 
before I report." He pauses. "As you are no doubt aware, I have been often 
absent from your presence, and the presence of your house..."

Rennar nods her head slowly, "I am, yes." She replies, keeping her voice calm. 
Still she seems pleasant enough to be talking to for now.

Ruen sighs. "I have been attempting, In vain for the most part, to become 
familier with the city and it's denizens, so I might better serve you..." he 
breaks from his formal tone for a moment. "Light! Things are so different with 
these southerners!" he sighs yet again. "I shall endevour to report more often 
from now on, my lady..."

Rennar chuckles faintly, lifting a brow at Ruen, "While you keep an eye on 
others, you might do well to keep an eye on my Uncle, Lord Jeffrin Hune. He is 
a trouble maker, no matter how often he's said he's reformed. I'd be loathe to 
believe him on any matter of importance."

Ruen straightens. "It is that i came to speak to you about, mainly, My lady 
Rennar..." he clears his throat. "I have heard some disturbing rumours of your 
uncle, and his actions..." He pauses, seemingly uncertain how he should 
proceed...

From the Queen's Plaza, Two burly looking men hurry across the plaza, their 
conversation a dim murmur.

Rennar's face darkens momentarily, "What, exactly, have you heard?" She folds 
her hands upon her lap, eyes intently upon Ruen.

Ruen shakes his head slightly... "Nothing new my lady..." he mutters slightly 
under his breath...

The rest of this meeting was postponed, due to RL occurances.