Chapter 69: Epistles from the Murk - Part 1

Palace of Argyr

Chrysipol, Eurakos

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"My queen."

Ptolemia lifted her gaze from her husband, training in the courtyard beyond the stucco balustrade below.

"What is it, Belen?" She prompted, her eyes scouring the young slave before they settled upon the parchment in his grasp.

"Correspondence from Castle Mechi, my queen."

"Castle Mechi?" Megara, who was reclined upon the divan beside her mother, piped in, eyes alighting. "As in, from Rodakrov?"

Ptolemia extended her hand, accepting the letter before dismissing the slave.

She sighed as she studied the thick and sturdy Krovic made paper. It was too early to be receiving their biannual post from King Bozhidar, who – despite his acclaimed madness – was always punctual with it. This did not bode well, at all.

"What could the bear people want?" Megara inquired, pushing herself up, so that her expectant and almost demanding gaze could not be missed by her mother.