Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-25126355-20160715223221

(Sorry, I was literally buried in articles for a couple of days!)

Anariel spent her day as she usually did: planning menu's for the upcoming state dinners, reading through and answering the grievances from the nobility, sorting out proposals from various architects and painters for palace refurbishments, etc.

When one of her ladies approached and told her that the prince was almost ready to leave, Anariel sighed, rising to stand. Readjusting her appearance, she donned a diadem (since she would have to leave the private wing of the palace) and other jewelry and made her way to see Coridal off.

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Celemaira knocked on the the door, though no answer came at first. She tilted her head in slight confusion. "Anyone there? I'd really hate to have come all this way, looking for this specific room, just to come out empty handed..." She said, rather anxious to leave soon. The longer they delayed, the more chances the cultists would get to hide...