The letter arrived early in the morning after the second wave of forced combat had just ended. I forgot to mention that the Wood is the Warrior kingdom for all of Ameruireal. Battles between regions inside Ameruireal are seldom and battles inside Wood even less. When there are, it is my job to keep the defensive or neutral villas in tact. My eldest sister is the Negotiator for Ruir issues (outside of the Wood). Second oldest, and dearest is negotiator for issues inside Wood itself. My brothers fight in their own villas. Four villas for four brothers. The other eight are under the care of the Outstanding warriors from the combat tournaments. They make up the Twelve Villas. While i was finishing Gavin to the ground, i heard the messenger laughing as he made his way to the thrown room. The outer lying regions are entertained when watching our women fight our men. Their women wear gowns heavier than my armor and THEY 'swoon'. Watching me destroy Gavin is nothing new to the others, he has a terrible stance.
The letter was carried by a messenger from a large city on the coast. It was my eighth turning so i was around the age of fifteen. I could tell by the mud caked frills he was not ready when he had to cross the mountains...i almost snickered right in court! He had a smug look on his face (as if a messenger would have any status in their world anyways) and when i sat on the right hand of my oldest brother ( Kinder in place of our father when father was gone) his frown deepened. Jesstin, the eldest, had to make up new maps for the place named appropriately 'changing' in Laoris. Another story for another day. I believe the words were " I don't believe this is a matter to be handled by...*cough*... never-mind". The nerve of that little BOY! Matter not to be handled....i could have cut him down where he stood.
Moving onward: The letter itself was of the most delicate type. Surly from the inner-city's Gossamer Queen. She likes to think and speak that she is Fae. We are annoyed with her enough to know that we just smile and nod. If she were to step foot in Laor she would never try to speak silly lies again. But this letter had not a thing to do with Fae. It was the Royal family's invitation to the Winter Masque.
Ah the winter Masque. The festival to end and begin all festivals! The best time to catch a Love! The most glorious display of fasi ones(no doubt the Fae Would be there)! ANd! I Princess Lyliane Violet Clarisianae frien Ameruireal will be dressed up in my finest fasiones and a masqu of my choice. Instead, my dear, of being paraded around like a prized puppy for my family's gain, i have the freedom to dance as i choose, eat as i choose, leave as i choose, and most importantly speak as i choose. The masque is a grad chance to meet with some of the greatest minds and more skilled men and women of this time. So you may well guess i was happy and already excited to meet with all of my dearest far away friends and mentors.
I didn't let it go to my head. I didn't miss giving the messenger a scowl and sending him on his merry way.
"If you forever Frighten our neighbors, we are going to have to move." Jesstin told me. I can tell when he is playing by the uptuned corners of his mouth. He was right though. I don't like the outer regions who continue to run court like a silly play. When they mock us and slander us and then beg for our help or mercy in times of trouble it makes me forget my kindness and virtue for sure. It would down yours as well.
Now i fear i have let my thoughts run away with me. The we haven't even gotten to the journey to the Winter Masque.
Tomorrow, I'm afraid. We will have to begin from the next week after all preparations are made for our departure. All that was left was my eldest sister Maerien, who was already married and dislikes court just as much as I. They would be Regent till we all returned.
I must say good night. I need some rest tomorrow is a day of days.
-Violet
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