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Adrial
You know I wouldn’t bother you, but it’s horribly important to the Princess. Please ask your wild little inker girl to come meet me. I promise to keep a civil tongue if she promises not to bite. If you were to believe Princess Illia, this is practically averting a terrible war that will rip apart all Ilbrea.
Thank you, sweet Adrial,
Allora
Adrial stared down at the letter on his desk. Allora’s tidy scrawl sent fear stabbing through his gut, which made it utterly impossible to concentrate on the vellum.
He had the ink now―the perfect blue with a hint of pink for the Ilbrean sky―but he couldn’t do a damned thing with it.
Ena would be safe getting to him. She’d sent a note with a flea-ridden boy, saying to keep the back door unlocked and tell the guards not to hang her.
It w
