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< [➶] > ”Katrina? As in… 'Ichabod's wife' Katrina?”

"Alright, definitely wasn’t expecting to meet you anytime soon. But, I’ve heard good things about you from Crane. Except for the… 'burned at the stake, trapped in limbo' thing. Which kind of brings up my next question; ah, where are we right now?”

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She smiles softly, nodding once in answer to the leftenant's query, still not entirely able to trust herself at the mention of her husband. "I am glad. I hope what he has told you means you can trust me, Leftenant Mills. And you are, as you put it in limbo. Or rather, I'm here. You are dreaming. Forgive my intrusion. I wished to speak with you..."

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#let's all just take a moment to appreciate how badass katrina looks in that last gif #she is a bloody powerful witch #she knows her own strength her own power #and she is not afraid to use it #so imagine then #how powerful the creature that has trapped her is...

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English Mornings | Ichabod and Katrina

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He let her sit up, his arms dropping away entirely to lay back and gaze in wonder up at his wife. She was a sight for saw eyes and with the smile on her face told him enough to know that she knew it too. He begrudgingly sat himself up beside her, leaning into her space to whispers a quiet “Vixen” against the skin of her shoulder.

“Ah. The stable boys are always the ones fathers have to look out for. Give Mrs. Braxton my best wishes however, she’ll need it with another child running around the house.” He’s just about to move out of their bed, one foot on the floor, the other still bent in movement when there’s a knock and Ichabod’s frowning, the cool air of their room causing goosebumps along his skin (that or the sudden, inexplicable sense of foreboding.)

“Yes, it is indeed.” He’s curious, climbing out entirely and grabbing fresh clothes to dress in as he moves to the door, shouting down for the servant to bring the letter to their room as he continues getting ready. “I’m not expecting anything either. Curious.”

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The messenger's arrival also had Katrina, climbing out of bed, quickly throwing on her robe, allowing the servant some dignity when he climbed the stairs. Her husband and she often joked about the servants fear of coming to their room, lest they catch their master and mistress in a compromising position.

Still, Ichabod had sounded stern enough as he called and she let hi continue dressing as she answered the door. "Thank you, John." She gave the man a small smile, and he avoided her gaze. She smirked to herself as she closed the door. They still hadn't quite got used to the modern ways of their employers.

Her smile quickly disappeared as she looked at the later though. Addressed to Ichabod. And with a seal of importance. An army insignia, was that? A pit formed in her stomach. "For you, my love..." She handed the letter to him and moved to her vanity. As curious as she was, it was only fair that he be allowed to keep his own secrets if he was inclined to.

She had a feeling he would share this though.