Rilian hissed, vigorously shaking his head. “No, No.” She was wrong.. right? Rilian’s eyes locked on the woman’s emerald green eyes, they glowed like envy and lust all in one. Why was this so difficult to understand? In the face of this evil-doer, even his own memories had become a blur.
“That never happened..”
 

 ”…What?” Rilian got up from his seat, backing away slowly. I’m sure it didn’t fully register, in the Lady’s mind at least, that his hand was instinctively set on the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheathe it if necessary. His golden-blue eyes acted like a distant fire, in the resin of his irises. 

“Don’t you come giving me sweet addresses in the name of Aslan, you daft witch.” He began to shiver. “You tortured me!”

 ”Hello there.. mysterious one.” Rilian squinted shortly after his questionable grin. She looked female, but didn’t seem to have a very expressionistic face.

 Rilian looked for words as the grey face confronted him about the Lady of the Green Kirtle. He had nearly forgot about his past, his nightmares, and constant psychotic death dreams about this evil woman. The thought that she had killed his mother had consumed all the sanity in his life, and left him desperate for a savior, or a distraction. The blonde flared his nostrils, and shied away from the anon.

“… I do not want to talk about that.” In all honesty, he had no answer. What was this mask he spoke of? He couldn’t remember. 

“I assure you, I’m well.” He said. 
..Now.” 

 ”You thought what?”

“No, I don’t do those things.”

“Hah— It’s nice to see you again, old friend of my father’s.” He answered politely. “I suppose so— but isn’t that only if you’re using that particular nickname?”

“I know it has been a bit of a long time since I’ve checked up on my mates, here..” He sighed. “And I’m sorry. But yes, everything is wonderful.”

 ”While I’m flattered.. I’m afraid I cannot wed those who have no face. How about you meet me off of anonymous?”