Elias Newcastle

After a short talk with the king, Elias walked back to your room with orders that you should be prepared for another banquet that evening. Carefully opening the door, he stopped short in the doorway, having a small heart attack as he was met with the sight of you trying to escape out the window. The window was open, letting the cool evening air in. You had one leg out of it, one leg still inside, your hands holding onto the windowsill as you paused, looking back at Elias as you raised an eyebrow. Then, without any change in your demeanor, you raised your hand in a simple greeting. “Hi.” Elias’s hands fumbled for a moment, before quickly dashing forward as his arms quickly wrapped around your middle, keeping you from going any further. “Are…are you insane!? You could’ve fallen! What were you thinking!?”