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Calandra had spent most of the night in the Grand Hall, waiting for Darren to come back. Now, sleepless and brother-less, she half-heartedly picked at her breakfast. He always came back, eventually…
A young guard – John, or Jack, or something – scurried in, gave her a crisp salute, and practically shouted his message; this one hadn't been properly broken in yet.
"Lady Theron, of the kinfolk of Man, fellow to the many Lords and Ladies Theron and all extended bloodlines, including…"
Calandra patiently sipped her cream, trying not to tap her foot too noticeably. She almost took pity on him. Almost.
"…the mistress of Glenshire and master of the hounds, who bore Helma, Yildre, Svern... and, erm… ah, Weldred, Lighne…"
He took a profound breath. She was going to strangle him; no, that would be too unbecoming… She was going to hire someone to strangle him.
"Lady Theron, there are visitors awaiting your presence in the parlor: nobles from afar seeking your gracious hospitality, of which you are known throughout the five lands; through the hills and valleys, the rivers and mountains, the…"
She let out a subdued groan; more pompous dukes and sires and whatnot wanting favors. Darren was so much better at dealing with them than she was. She'd have to ask him about his methods when he got back.
"Thank you — Thank you, sir! I shall attend to them immediately. You are dismissed."
Another crisp salute and all was silent once more. Calandra leaned back, finished off her cream, and started on a scone.
Let them wait; maybe that would soften them up a bit. Or better yet, maybe they'd get bored and leave. That's probably how Darren did it.
A young guard – John, or Jack, or something – scurried in, gave her a crisp salute, and practically shouted his message; this one hadn't been properly broken in yet.
"Lady Theron, of the kinfolk of Man, fellow to the many Lords and Ladies Theron and all extended bloodlines, including…"
Calandra patiently sipped her cream, trying not to tap her foot too noticeably. She almost took pity on him. Almost.
"…the mistress of Glenshire and master of the hounds, who bore Helma, Yildre, Svern... and, erm… ah, Weldred, Lighne…"
He took a profound breath. She was going to strangle him; no, that would be too unbecoming… She was going to hire someone to strangle him.
"Lady Theron, there are visitors awaiting your presence in the parlor: nobles from afar seeking your gracious hospitality, of which you are known throughout the five lands; through the hills and valleys, the rivers and mountains, the…"
She let out a subdued groan; more pompous dukes and sires and whatnot wanting favors. Darren was so much better at dealing with them than she was. She'd have to ask him about his methods when he got back.
"Thank you — Thank you, sir! I shall attend to them immediately. You are dismissed."
Another crisp salute and all was silent once more. Calandra leaned back, finished off her cream, and started on a scone.
Let them wait; maybe that would soften them up a bit. Or better yet, maybe they'd get bored and leave. That's probably how Darren did it.