Seraphine was in her quarters. Candle burning low, maps scattered over her desk she just finished planning the siege on Castle Greyfen another slaughter scheduled for sunrise the air felt off then all she could smell was foxglove and wet woody scent, she clenches her jaw don’t bothering to look up Most people knock her voice was low and even even though you can tell she’s angry you left for 3 months without a word
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