As if sensing her thoughts, he stood and wandered away, toward the window. Katherine took a deep breath, considered where to begin, and dipped the quill into the inkwell.
Once she was finished, she read it over. Perhaps it wasn’t worded as perfectly as it might’ve been if she were in the practice of writing frequently, but it was a true representation of what she needed to say. Satisfied that there was nothing to add, she set the quill aside and tapped on the table to get his attention.
Caleb was back at her side a moment later. He eagerly took the paper from her, and Katherine leaned away from him, not wanting to watch his face as it faded to disappointment.
Your Majesty,
I have been mute for almost 15 years. In this time, I have never found any reason whatsoever to force myself to sp
