It was a cold night in Arescod. Summer was waning.
Artistry could never be a talent of the Regent of Ascalon. Her quill hovered above a piece of parchment with only a few words written on it.
The wind and sun fade away in the east.
Is that where destiny goes to die?
No. It didn’t work. It never worked.
Adrienne set the quill down and stood from her desk. The piles of letters neatly stood on one side of it while an inkpot was recently closed. Her room was nothing ostentatious, especially for what she was. It didn’t even sit near the top of the castle.
That was for where the Arescods once resided. That area was almost like a museum. Servants only venture there to clean and nothing more.
The regent’s hand fell to the desk, pushing aside the failed idea on its parchment. There were others like it.
She ventured out to her balcony in a nightgown of hers. It was fancy enough, nicely decorated yet plainly white. Not a cloud sat in the sky and much of the city was dark. The breeze was cold, perhaps too cold for what she was wearing.
Most stars seemed to have one to accompany them. Constellations, or so the astrologers said, but what of the stars that do not belong to them? Was there one like that in the vastness of the night sky?
Blue eyes drifted down and she felt for a necklace around her neck. It was not one she wore publicly. A silver chainlet with a brass pendant upon it. Adrienne’s fingers ran along the cold metal before she laid it in her palm. The symbol upon it was merely an arrow. It was a gift from a friend.
The time for restlessness was over. The regent spun around and entered her room, returning to work.