"Here are the letters, my lady."

The Third Daughter nodded, allowing a slight smile to appear on her face as the nervous first year placed that morning's written arrivals before her. She scanned them quickly. The usual grateful payments, notes to ask if certain daughters could be taken on... Oh no. Not again. She exhaled loudly, attracting the attention of the Second Daughter. Without words, for none would be helpful, she passed the letter to her superior.

The Second Daughter made a 'tut' sound with her tongue and front teeth. "They are incapable of finding the young knight a wife? But I remember Danielle being so promising."

"Apparently all arranged marriages have fallen through, once they meet the boy in question. The boy is quite without hope."

The Second Daughter sighed. A satisfied smirk fell into place. "Well, I think it is time to offload one of our own... problems, so to speak."

The younger woman raised her eyebrows, her curiosity piqued. "Now, which problem would that be?"

Finding the correct sheet of parchment, she passed it to the Third Daughter, who scanned it quickly. A smile twisted the thin lips, a smile that might be called triumphant, on a less holy woman.

"I see. Yes, I can picture that turning out quite nicely. Oh, Julia?"

"Yes, my lady?" The passing girl curtsied, waiting to receive her instructions.

"Would you be so kind as to fetch Alanna of Trebond for me?"