Elias
I hope Lyn feels comfortable with Avery. She has only ever really seen her once and I haven’t properly introduced them to each other, but I'm sure a chat will do her good. What they talk about exactly, I don't know. My fingers itch to go eavesdropping, but I don't want to rob Lyn of any more privacy. So I make my way to a long-time acquaintance.
"My prince, what can I do for you," the old woman asks. She bows fleetingly and then smiles broadly at me. I groan. Why is she acting like this?
"You haven't stopped by here for a long time," she then adds. The corners of my mouth move up ever so slightly. That's how I know my Annegreth. She was my wet nurse back then and has known me since I was still in nappies.
"Greta I need your help," I explain my request, "do you remember Lyn?"
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