"I know what I bring to the table...
So trust me when I say I'm not afraid to eat alone." Rhiannon spoke, staring coldly into their eyes.
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The Kingdom of Loviel - home of Rhiannon Myra Luxford. Eldest sister of four siblings, her parents...
My feet led me to our chambers, finding a coat then to the Garden. Running a finger over a just blooming rose, I smiled in memory of our adventures here, Thorin and mine. Going into the courtyard for a snowball fight, Hiding from one another, placing notes for each other to find, and then.... That day.
Mother once told me, "sometimes the right path is not the easiest one..." I whispered it to myself. "Perhaps it happened for a reason. I can't dwell on the past anymore." Placing the rose where we sat that day, I left saying a silent goodbye.
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As soon as I could, I went to our chambers, grabbed ink, a quill, and parchment before heading to the library where I knew Dorian would never go. He had been here for nearly a year - it didn't seem like it, but he had.
I began writing immediately.
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When the parchment was dry, I rolled it up, tied it, and mentally called Diaval to take it to Thorin. He never really strayed far. Always keeping an eye on me since I got the Raven ability.
He was on the table within minutes. "Hello Diaval." I greeted, stroking his feathers. He bowed in greeting. "Would you take this to Erebor for me please, to Thorin?" I asked telepathically. "Of course, Rhiannon. Anything else?" He wondered. I tied the letter to his right leg. "No, that's it. Thank you, Diaval."
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Weeks passed, mother taught me on how to be Queen, and things seemed rather...Dull besides that. Dorian and I were odd enough getting along. Which was scary in itself. In my opinion, but I remained optimistic.
And soon those weeks turned to months. Dorian started to change. Little by little. My small flying black winged spy kept me updated on things I couldn't hear.
