𝒜 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒜𝓃𝓃𝑒-ℳ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒'𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝒯𝒾𝓇𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎
Moonday 9, Highbloom, 1546
Today, I sit in the quiet confines of my chamber, our newborn son Ake cradled in my arms, while the world beyond our walls trembles with the impending storm of war. It has been a few days since we've received the...