The comb is in my hair, whether I'm doing my dance lessons, or practicing my magick.
It's the thing that makes missing Quill lessen and puts me at ease.
One morning, Leopold is the one to wake me. He sounds excited, and pleased, and for a moment I have the stupid hope that the dragon has been slayed and my husband can return to me.
A month has come and gone since he left. We're in month four without my Quill, and I've been the one keeping order with trades, crops, and the season's changing. It's been a lot of work; I've had some sleepless nights determined to keep the place running and keeping up with schedule but I've managed it.
"My lady, forgive me for barging in, but I just wanted to note that they've finished with remodeling the estate. Please, I'd like for you to be the first one to view this." he replied, and I quickly got up, putting on my robe.
