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Too much time had passed since Val and herself had spent time together in Dornoch, learning about one another and slowly coming to an understanding that what was between them was no ordinary friendship. That news reached them as soon as they were to leave to return home to Vel Anir, a union presented between the Great Houses Urahil and Pirian. Her father had wanted to wait until she was present to tell her, but it had been her cousin Felix that broke the news to her.
Val's own father had written to him, had listed all the positive outcomes this union would make as if to convince his bachelor son.
Perrine had insisted they court first. They extend their engagement so that she could see to wrapping up her duties.
That was before the war rolled in like a storm. Perrine was still a Dreadlord, a Healer, and one that saw the front lines longer than anyone should have seen. She had been used to exhaustion, to pushing herself to her limits and still work beyond that, but the war had broken away at her piece by piece, day by day. Nights where she tried to sleep, tried to earn herself some rest, she had softly cried into her pillow in a bid to rid herself of bottling up everything.
Until at long last, it had been her future husband that had written to the officials to send Perrine home.
To him. To Vel Numera, so that she could restore herself in the country.
She had her own rooms that were connected to one another. Bed chambers, a bathing room, and a sitting room where Val had organised whatever art tools she needed to create. She took her early meals in that room, staring out the window from the dining table or seated at her easel where a blank canvas waited for her to change. Perrine still held a weight upon her shoulders, for her own family was turning to disrepair. A death, sudden and violent, had changed the course of how the Urahils moved in this world. To ensure Perrine's safety, a Stormguard was tasked to follow her wherever she went.
Perrine felt pity for the young woman. Her name was Blair Rennick, and she looked up to her Pirian distant cousins. Spoke highly of them each, and became a tool for Perrine to learn more about the family, home, and life she was to marry into at the end of the fortnight.
Today, there was to be no wedding preparations or decisions to be made. Perrine had asked for some quiet, had invited Val to come sit with her and provide company. She hated being alone. It reminded her too much of how real it was that she had endured being alone to heal more than twenty beds.
Val's own father had written to him, had listed all the positive outcomes this union would make as if to convince his bachelor son.
Perrine had insisted they court first. They extend their engagement so that she could see to wrapping up her duties.
That was before the war rolled in like a storm. Perrine was still a Dreadlord, a Healer, and one that saw the front lines longer than anyone should have seen. She had been used to exhaustion, to pushing herself to her limits and still work beyond that, but the war had broken away at her piece by piece, day by day. Nights where she tried to sleep, tried to earn herself some rest, she had softly cried into her pillow in a bid to rid herself of bottling up everything.
Until at long last, it had been her future husband that had written to the officials to send Perrine home.
To him. To Vel Numera, so that she could restore herself in the country.
She had her own rooms that were connected to one another. Bed chambers, a bathing room, and a sitting room where Val had organised whatever art tools she needed to create. She took her early meals in that room, staring out the window from the dining table or seated at her easel where a blank canvas waited for her to change. Perrine still held a weight upon her shoulders, for her own family was turning to disrepair. A death, sudden and violent, had changed the course of how the Urahils moved in this world. To ensure Perrine's safety, a Stormguard was tasked to follow her wherever she went.
Perrine felt pity for the young woman. Her name was Blair Rennick, and she looked up to her Pirian distant cousins. Spoke highly of them each, and became a tool for Perrine to learn more about the family, home, and life she was to marry into at the end of the fortnight.
Today, there was to be no wedding preparations or decisions to be made. Perrine had asked for some quiet, had invited Val to come sit with her and provide company. She hated being alone. It reminded her too much of how real it was that she had endured being alone to heal more than twenty beds.