"Which do you consider is more powerful: hot or cold?
Anger is as ignited coals of flame; it is hot, burning within like a ceaseless fire. But, Indifference is cold, like a sea of ice, numb to the emotions of care."
~
Princess' Residential Chambers,
Crowning and Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Saturnday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
"Who are you? Where is Mercy?"
Imogen stared at the words scribbled in response, swallowing slowly.
She did not know how Caleb Zephaniah had come to find that she had feigned Her Majesty Mercedes' hand-script, but she was afraid of all the consequences it would earn her.
