Romeo was staring at the tower of papers that had been deposited on his desk, all of the inquiries from people to be allowed to start the hunt, as they called it. He had looked through it quickly, searching for the one he knew would be in there. The only one he really cared about. He knew he'd have to allow them all in the end, but it would never mean he'd let the people that had touched his heart confront the hunt on their own. He had made the rules about the hunt very clear, to avoid making a wreck out of all the kingdoms, people were only allowed to hunt their slaves on the run in one kingdom at a time, even though they were allowed to choose the order.
Looking over the submission this man had sent, he sighed, she'd had to move before the season started for real, else people would notice something wasn't right, most people didn't move during the hunt to prove that they weren't slaves on the run, as if being brave enough to leave everything you've ever known behind you wasn't a thing that should have been praised. Sure, everything slaves ever knew was pain, starvation and sometimes even worse, though he would never admit it to himself, the fact that some people were fighting for such a fake idea of justice making him sick to the very core of his soul.
He took hold of his delicate feather, a courtesy of Jehan and he dipped the tip of it into his ink, the letters elegantly aligning themselves on the parchment as he wrote.
Very Dear Seamstress,
First of all, I wish to thank you for the clothes you've sent me last time, as always they were beautiful and I couldn't wait to wear them, you've made such a fantastic job, it is such a shame not many people can afford your wonderful work, you'd made the messiest peasant look like a king owning the mirror to rule the world with your wonderful work of art, for they cannot be called mere clothes anymore, when they're made with such a high level of dexterity.
As you may very well know, spring season is starting and I was thinking of renewing some of my old clothes, I've worn them out and it wouldn't do at all for me to be seen in ragged clothes, Jehan claws have left scars on my arms, and most of my button up shirts have suffered great damage. Would it be too much to ask you for seven of them, I'd wish for six of them to be black, and as surprising as it is, I'd like the last one to be of a deep crimson hue, I'm letting you choose the exact color as I'm not as well versed as you are in the art of color and material choosing.
Did you know that around here, with the spring coming up and the ice and snow melting, the wild dogs are going out to hunt again ? As always, they're after the same prey and I definitely hope this year, they won't catch it either. It would be such a shame, if this was to happen.
I'd need gloves too. The same ones you always do, I'm so old I've barely changed in any measurements those past years, don't worry about them.
I'm sending you payment for the clothes with this letter, make sure to warn me if this is not enough money, and if it is not and you stay silent, I will know. I always know everything about what is happening in those kingdoms, don't you forget it.
I'm looking forward to hear from you, and do not forget to warn me in case of any move to another place, I'd rather not miss the information, I'd have such an hard time finding another seamstress and I'm not sure one with half your talent even exist in this kingdom or any others.
Will you give Pearl some pet from me ?
I'll be waiting for an answer and the delivery, it's always a pleasure to do business with you.
With great care, he blew on the ink, making sure it was entirely dry before rolling the parchment and tucking it safely inside the small tube attached to Jehan's leg. He couldn't help but smile as he watched the hawk fly out of the window, he knew full well where to go. There was only one person that could receive letters from Jehan.
And that was Sohee.
