The Quill

by Mme Curie

Step into the dark world of New Kanatahseton, a place plagued by famine, broken by distrust and crushed by fear. This is my world, the only thing I've known for almost as long I can remember. The world ruled by our God, King Ratonhnhake:ton, may he live forever...

6. Chapter 6

The 12th of January in the 16th Year of the New Order Under our Lord and King

Again some time has gone by since I last have written. I used to think of Nicholas many times during the days and months that have passed since his brutal beating in my chambers. Yet time and routine has slowly been taking thoughts of him away and it is because of that that I now write. I can't forget him! How dare I when he risked everything to try to save me? Certainly he was the first and the last to attempt such folly.

Perhaps he's dead. Perhaps he died long ago yet I suppose I'll never know. The King never speaks of him and neither do I, for to do so would be to risk rousing His anger against me, and if Nicholas is impossibly still alive, against him as well.

The days pass, each day like the last… On the days that the King hears Petitions, I am always there by His side. The days He travels outside the Palace, I wander my chambers or walk along the walls of the palace, always shadowed by my guard, always watched by the others, always, always…

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