I glanced at the door, slightly nervous if anyone would come in. Even though everyone knows no one waited for my reply of permission or denial.
I had placed the letters back in the envelope before taking the job and placing it back into the wooden carrier. I took them both and buried it deep inside a trunk filled with old clothes.
Dorothy and Leela would not touch it and since I was not wearing any of them they would not be washed. Also, if they were to be given away, I would be asked first.
I gulped and patted my forehead to find a slight line of precipitation. What was I to do? Estelle was right, however, I Had feelings for Tristan and I could not imagine myself leaving him.
I let out a weary breath. If Tristan did not find the opportunity by a willing Estelle to let him help win the throne for herself, the only option available for him would be to conquer Melenmore by force because you would no longer have anything to play Estelle with.
