An. hey people. I am trying to update despite my computer loosing the chapter I'm working on twice. Here's Kel. Fun fun fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. Unfortunately that includes Dom. Pity.
Cousin Domitan,
Despite naming you as my cousin in the above statement, I am ashamed to be related to you. Do you realize how cruel your previous letter was? Have you no thought for my mental health? I am disgraced that a cousin of mine could write so many cruel statements.
I am disgusted that you could reveal so many of my deepest secrets to anyone you same across. It is a violation of family trust. I am also disappointed that you have so little trust in me. I am sponsoring a page.
Keladry of Mindelan to be precise. I believe we will get on well.
I am ending my letter here out of contempt for my pathetic excuse for a cousin.
Feel free to read this letter out.
Disappointed
Nealan of Queenscove
Dom roared with laughter at Neal's pathetic excuse for an ending. Feel free to read this out? What was that all about? Grinning, he cleared his throat. Immediately all of the King's own surrounded him.
Dramatically he coughed and slooooowly opened the letter. Lerant and Wolset laughed, about the flair for dramatics Dom had (which he happened to despise in Neal). Well Dom hoped that was what they were laughing about.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Tortall, A black mage and his lover laughed at a scene they'd happened to view in a scrying mirror not so long ago.
An. That was fun. And I updated kiddies. So I am owed cookies.
If you were Thayet for a day what would you do? I want CLEAN answers.