Everard was frantically tapping his foot on the floor as he sat in front of his desk to write a letter. He dipped his quill in the ink and placed it on top of the paper.
However, he couldn’t even write a single word.
“Do I still address her as ‘Dear Anna’ or do I write something else?” That question had been bugging him for a while now.
After much consideration, he wrote ‘Dear Anna’ in the top left corner of the paper.
‘Even though she is a married woman now, she is still my friend. I have every right,’ he thought to himself.
Soon Everard heard the sounds of the footsteps approaching his study.
“Come in,” Everard said before he heard the knock on the door.
“Your Highness, did you call for me?” Jerome, the beta of the Crestfire clan, bowed and asked.
Everard looked at the tall man and asked, “Can our messengers deliver the letter to Sorvando castle? Or even our letters won’t enter those tall walls?”
