I hope you enjoyed story time at Aubade. We must do it again soon! I never got to finish my story after all. Don't you want to hear how it ends? ~D
Checking the mailroom of the estate had become quite the chore for the ambassador these days, for she never knew what sort of dreaded parcel might await her there. For the past several months, Seilune had deceived dozens of letters from an unknown address, signed only with the letter āD.ā Cryptic in nature and more akin to riddles than prose, they made threats on the safety of herself and others, and were usually attached with some accursed object that was morbid in nature.
It had become part of the womanās daily routine at this point. Wake up, get dressed, and read a creepy letter. All part of a balanced breakfast. But while it was mundane, the receiving of these correspondences still put Seilune in diress, and after discovering that the little game her pursuant had been playing had been reset, she had even more reason to worry.
A scowl began to twist at her countenance the moment she set eyes on the envelope, apprehension pulling at her gut as she carefully unsealed it with a letter opener. What would it say? Would an object be enclosed inside? A finger? Hair? Shell? It could be anything.
With hesitance she slipped her nimble fingers inside, half expecting to be met by some foreign substance that would be offensive to all five senses, a faint sense of relief washed over her as periwinkle fingers took hold of the folded parchment from within.
Part of her didnāt want to read it, to instead ignore his little antics just this one time and for once start a day on a high note. But that would be too simple. Likely he would find out and then retaliate in some manner, hurting Lady Emberfury, Adheles, Loviattar, or the Le Chevals.
She couldnāt live with such guilt.
Glowing eyes swept across the page once it was unfolded, noting every letter, word, and mark of punctuation, an unamused hum escaping her as she finished. Quite the wholesome letter compared to most she had received, refraining from talk of torture and kidnapping, but the cheeky tone it exuded still managed to annoy Seilune.
āOh, how coy,ā she muttered bitterly, her lilac hues nearly rolling into the back of her head.
She walked over to her desk, commanding it to open with a quick wave of an arcane infused hand, and from within she retrieved a folder filled with similar parchments.
āIn with the rest of them you go.ā