October 20, 1345.
St. Martin's Fort,
The high town of Leithill,
Border Town between Myknos and Imras.
Princess Alyn Midika Tutton
As Alyn watched Duenna Eleftheria sip the chamomile tea delicately from a fine white china set, she struggled to keep a guilty expression off her face.
In a few hours, she would have gotten rid of the huge stumbling block to her mission but at what cost?
Ever since she had arrived at Leithill, Lord d'Estaing had made it his mission to avoid her at all costs and she had made it her mission to annoy him to the point where he was forced to place the older lady on extra watch duty.
At first it had been bearable, but over the past few days, it had grown suffocating. She couldn't step one foot outside her door before the Duenna appeared ready to provide whatever she may need inside her room.
