aiobvel de baphinot, nephew of the current lady of marsilikos, and who's potential children could also inherit the title of lady of marsilikos. he is admiral and lover of the sea, and he takes the queen in the side tea room coloqiually called the sea room. the themes are apt, and rosalia has to try to not roll her eyes in an affectionate annoyance at his attempt at poetry. aiobveil is sea salt on her tongue, its smelling bourbon on skin mixed in the air with the scent of a hundred candles blown out around them where they can finally let go, in privacy. when he takes her, it is desire that pulls like the tides, dancing to a lunar queen in the sky. she fears in the end, she may love aiobvel the most out of all of them.

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