Seran

Seran looks up with a mouth full of pins. He tucks a stray hair behind his ear and then gently pins the hem into Aria's new gown. Smiling at her he offers her his hand so she can step down off the stool she was standing on. Aria and Royal Bratt cared for the legendary tailor, he was their family after their own were lost in a terrible fire. He could have been something great, coming from noble blood but instead he chose to leave with the girls. He put all his energy into learning tasks that would help the girls become noble ladies. As Aria steps down and walks to her room to change Seran looks at her like a proud father would. He was quite proud of what his girls have become. They had been through some dark times but they had prevailed and were much stronger for them. He would give up any court and pomp and circumstance for the time he has spent with them. He never knew a family of his own, this was his chance to be the good father he always wanted to be. Now they were in the service of a Queen. He sat on the stool musing about what good luck they have had despite their past challenges. Still musing, he startles as Aria returns and places her hand on his shoulder. He offers his arm and leads her to the table where he has dinner prepared. He smiles as Royal Bratt clamors in, late as always and seats herself rather noisily. Seeing that they have everything they need he then sits down with the girls and discusses with them their days events smiling all the while, ever thankful to have them.