"The law of love overcomes the fear of facing death.
That is the Order that is right; that is the Precept laid down by God Himself."
~
Lady Minerva's Chambers,
The Physician's Wing of the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phriday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
"Ah, Crescence, my dear, do step inside", Lady Minerva invited.
The damsel seemed to be breathless, bearing the appearance of a frenzied woman, countenance frayed and veiled in mute and disturbed contemplation.
"I found Imogen in her containment, just as I had perceived", she mentioned, her voice being air exhaled.
The Physician rose to seat the child by and provide her thirst with water. "Soft, darling, do abide a few moments longer. Tell me, what transpired? Were you granted conversation?"
