The King's familiar, Alara, floated into the sky with her large talons clutching a letter addressed to Desmond Carthach. Her red feathers glistened each time the sun peeked through one of the thick clouds threatening a late winter rainstorm over Coeurvalle.
Stephano sat at his desk just after Leonor left for Burien County with a smug expression on his face. If she thought that he would simply stand idly by while she visited her abusive father, she shouldn't have befriended him in the first place. Now that she was in his web, he was going to use his power for his friends. He didn't care if he was imposing.
It was the only thing he could do at that moment considering the standstill of the possible war. He was feeling restless and Leonor gave him an opportunity to stir things up.
