"May I please speak to Lady Sandrilene fa Toren?"
Upon hearing these words, Sandry poked her head out of Lark's workroom to see who the visitor was. Tris, her temperamental friend, had answered the door to a handsome looking member of the Duke's Guard. Sandry looked him up and down, trying to remember his name. When it came to her, she smoothed her skirt and stepped out of the workroom after Tris called her name.
"How may I help you, Maht?" She asked, and noted the somber smile that came to his face when he heard his name.
"Lady Sandrilene, I'm sorry…" His face fell, and he looked at the ground. Taking a moment to recompose himself, he continued, "I have unpleasant news to share with you. Your great uncle, Duke Vedris IV, passed away early this morning."
The second he had opened his mouth Sandry knew something was wrong. When he finally finished the message, her eyes were wide open in shock. How could her favorite uncle be dead? He had experienced a full recovery from his heart attack, hadn't he? Questions slammed through her head before she remembered her station. She was noble; she couldn't cry, not yet.
"Thank you for bringing me such a dire message," she said, a cold façade covering her guilt-ridden features. Maht took that to be his dismissal, and he tipped his hat to her.
"Good day, m'lady." Sandry shut the door, and looked forlornly at Tris. Tris had heard everything that had transpired, and looked very sad also.
"Sandry, I could—" Tris began, but was cut off by Sandry.
"Please, just leave me alone right now," Sandry interjected, and climbed up the ladder into the upper part of the house. Tris knew where she was going; the roof was a favorite place for all of them.
Daja? Briar? Tris called out, quickly finding her friends nearby. Daja was in the forge, Briar in the gardens. Sandry's uncle is dead. She felt Daja gasp and foul up drawing gold wire, and silently chastised herself for being so blunt. Oddly enough, she couldn't feel Briar's reaction through their magical connection. Tris walked over to a window, and looked into the gardens, but couldn't see him there. However, she did see him scrambling up to the top of Rosethorn's workshop, then to the roof. Briar—
I'll take care of her. With that, the connection was closed.
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A/N: I wrote something! Wow, it's been forever. Love it? Hate it? Leave a review. Next chapter coming soon :]
Story: In Your Calm
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Chapters: 1/2