"But if you consider every spark of fire to be a shard of the Sun,
then every of your memories in my heart are pieces of your soul that I have stolen to cherish."
~
Lady Minerva's Chambers,
The Physician's Wing of the Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
Even-tide,
The first Saturnday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Lady Minerva strode into her Chambers with little Aldric in tow. There was much bustling in her mind and heart regarding the future.
She had just requested one of the helping hands at the Imperial Castle to bring her the evening's edition of news upon publication.
Presently, she needed to draft the child's pre-contractual agreement and write a formal letter to the Regal Physician Training Academy for Aldric's education.
