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Myrcella waited in her bedchambers, sitting in one of her chairs by the fireplace. The fire burned brightly, lighting up her darkened room. The sun had gone down a couple of hours previous, and after dinner she had opted out of dessert and just went straight to her chambers.
Was she feeling unwell? In a matter of speaking, yes. Though those feelings were not physical so much as they were emotional. Her betrothed Richard Henry the Eighth gave her the harsh news that she was to leave for Elbion with him in but a fortnite. It was one thing to move from one Estate to another, but it was entirely much different to move to a different country altogether. And all for some stupid alliance. From what she had been told about Richard Henry the Seventh, it made her wonder if this arrangement was made by her late Father to assure peace between the two armies.
Such a thing would be difficult to stop.
Myrcella just stared at the flames, thinking hard about what she could do. She knew that Titus Phane should be arriving soon to see to her before she was to settle herself in bed. And she knew that he'd be worried about her; especially as she had skipped eating dessert. The two of them needed to talk and plan their next moves.
And they needed to do so quietly....
Was she feeling unwell? In a matter of speaking, yes. Though those feelings were not physical so much as they were emotional. Her betrothed Richard Henry the Eighth gave her the harsh news that she was to leave for Elbion with him in but a fortnite. It was one thing to move from one Estate to another, but it was entirely much different to move to a different country altogether. And all for some stupid alliance. From what she had been told about Richard Henry the Seventh, it made her wonder if this arrangement was made by her late Father to assure peace between the two armies.
Such a thing would be difficult to stop.
Myrcella just stared at the flames, thinking hard about what she could do. She knew that Titus Phane should be arriving soon to see to her before she was to settle herself in bed. And she knew that he'd be worried about her; especially as she had skipped eating dessert. The two of them needed to talk and plan their next moves.
And they needed to do so quietly....