đ.đ: Palace talks
đhe ink had just dried on the last letter. Elysia blew softly over the parchment before placing it atop the stack with the rest. Sealed, signed, and scented faintly with lavenderâjust the way her correspondents would like them. Hopefully.
"âŠand I swear, she tripped on purpose. Right in front of Sir Alder, too!"
"She did not," Mira replied, deadpan. "No one falls that gracefully."
The door to Elysia's chamber creaked open and her ladies-in-waiting poured in, their voices lively and unfiltered.
Liliette, Mira, and Seraphine had made it their typical tradition to burst into her space like the heralds of chaosâand newly found comfort. She must admit.
Liliette, noticing the stacked letters, stepped forward with a gloved hand and a knowing smile. "Shall I take them to the correspondence chamber, my lady?"
Elysia gave her a nod. "Please do. And no detours for gossip."
