The chants of the knights and soldiers caught Emelia's attention as her eyes drifted away from the book. She casually lowers it on the table, leaving it open, faced down only to find herself envying them. Still not used, sitting on the chair, facing hundreds of paper a day, she sighed out loud.
"Miss Emelia, a letter from the temple has been sent to you," a servant bowed her head before entering her room, holding a small silver tray on her hands with a piece of envelope. The servant stood in front of her table, but then Emelia didn't move a single inch. Just staring at the detailed envelope.
The servant called for her name, and she broke out from her daze. She took the envelope away from the silver tray and opened it with a small hand knife that settled in the table drawer.
