Attending the summons did not seem as dangerous for Sverre did not act differently nor suspiciously when they crossed paths fortuitously. What was more, a significant stare that appeared confident of his grasp over her loyalty showed in him.
Theressa's arrival at his doors was quietly welcomed by their doubtless opening. For a sole second, she remained in place to then enter and bow elegantly indifferent to the waiting eye of the third prince.
"Good night, your highness."
"… my lady Theressa, good night. You have arrived quickly… it pleases me."
"Your summons surprises me after so long."
"Does it intrigue you?"
"A lie it would be if I said it does not…" — The man had stood to come closer, pacing until his frame was right before her and listened to her answers while taking a strand of her hair again in his hand. Making her brow twitch in discomfort. — "His highness appears fond of my hair."
