I hate making my characters fight, but Marina’s at the end of her rope here!
When we got back to the palace I decided to study a bit. I’ve been trying to decifer some old stories about Queen Anessa, as a surprise for Annalise to cheer her up a little.
It isn’t going terribly well. The ancient Cammadie language is hard, and it doesn’t read well. The story were usually told out loud, rather than recorded so it’s hard to find strong records of anything.
“Lady Marina?” Elodie said quietly rousing me from an honestly far too focused amount of scribbling. “I’m sorry to disturb you.”
“It’s alright,” I said. “What is it?” She sighed and sat down. “Elodie are you alright?”
“Yes, I,” she sighed, “I don’t quite know where to begin.” I nodded again. “Lord Brayton is ill.” I exhaled.
“I thought it was something serious,” I said. “If that’s all.”
“He’s asking for you,” she said softly. “Captain Dugarry, that is, Lady…
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