xvimmxiv
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Sorry I could not attend the meeting yesterday.
No worries, Strat, Raine had to reschedule the clan meeting aswell as the Christmas Party planning meeting due to RLscape. It'll be held around the time of the citadel cap reset on Tuesday. So around the same time it would have been yesterday... just Tuesday.
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Cucco Chaser
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"He don't look like no cucco chaser to me. Then again, I ain't never met one before."
Sora Verus sat, exhausted, in a solid mahogany chair in front of a similarly made desk in the corner of her solar, her eyes scanning over one of the many papers sprawled across the massive table. As she dipped the quill of her pen into a pot of ink and signed her name hastily to the paper, she noticed the light in her lamp was almost fully extinguished. Leaning back in her chair, she ran her hands through her long red hair, sighing as she undid the braid keeping it out of her face.
Outside, dawn was rapidly approaching the Kingdom capitol, and the sounds of the morning pierced through the tightly shuttered windows of the room. Birds chirped as they set out to find food, and the children of the castle could be heard playing in the garden below.
"Good morning, mi' lady." A girl of fifteen smiled and walked over to the window, prying the shutters open to let in the light. She then turned around and gave the older woman a concerned look, but kept her worried thoughts to herself. She gestured to the empty bowl on the side of the mahogany desk. "Would you like me to get you some breakfast?"
"That would be nice." She slowly pushed herself up from the mahogany desk, letting out a massive sigh. The younger girl quickly made for the door as Sora called out, "oh, and Daisy, make it something light."
The door closed with a soft thud and Sora slowly made her way over to the large window, taking in the bright sunlight and fresh air. After around five minutes, there was a loud knock on the door.
Seven hells,
Sora thought to herself,
I can't get ten minutes to myself in the daytime.
"Come in," she told the guest, in the most pleasant tone she could manage.
A teenage boy, clad in light leather vestments and a ridiculous messengers hat stepped into her room with and gave a small, unenthusiastic bow. "Lady Verus," he stammered, "I...I, I have a letter for you." The boy shoved his hand into a satchel adorning his side and pulled out a small envelope which boasted the Crown's wax seal. Sora grabbed the letter from the messenger and made her way over to her desk, moving quicker than before. "Thank you, take your leave now," she muttered to the young boy. Once the door closed with the same quiet thud, Sora grabbed a knife from the drawer of her desk and removed the seal. She hesitated for a moment, and then unfolded the letter with shaky hands.
Lady Sora,
I regret to inform you that I have recently been made aware of your husband, former Lord General Astrazak's death. I have little information, but it seems that he met his end shortly after he left the city to assist in the skirmish against the Kingdom of Yanille a few months past. From what my people have picked up on, it is said he died shortly after or during the battle from a wound to the chest. I am sorry for your loss and wish I had more information to give you, but alas, this is the way of life.
Your friend, Sylvia
Sora stared at the letter for a short while, scraping the knife forcefully against the desk, leaving deep gashes in the top of it. Eventually, she gripped the knife tighter, raised it, and slammed it into the table top. "Gods damn it," she swore into the open air, her fist still gripped around the handle of the knife, so tight the whites of her knuckles clearly shown.
The door opened, once again to her handmaiden. The young girl stood for a second, nervously watching her Lady. "...Lady Verus? I...have your food."
Sora relaxed her body a bit, letting her shoulders fall and forcing herself to let go of the knife handle. Slowly, she straightened herself up, tossing the hair out of her face and smoothing her dress. She took a few deep breaths in an attempt to gather herself, though when she turned around she was still visibly upset, her eyes rimmed red and her whole body softly shaking. "Daisy," Sora muttered as she began to twirl the ring on her finger.
"My lady?"
"Take this to the Crown's blacksmith. Tell him to remove the stones and melt the metal down, then have it all returned to me. I want it back in two days, no less." Sora removed the ring from her finger, handing it to the young girl, her eyes never leaving the piece of jewelry. She took another deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds before striding over to her vanity and taking a seat in front of it. Sora silently stared at herself in the mirror, pushing her hair out of her face once again and grabbing for a silken handkerchief folded neatly on the edge of the bureau.
"And Daisy," Sora stared at the mirror, focusing on something invisible in the distance. "Get the finest black dress I have."