Coming back to the encampment to prepare for the night with Teryn, she was surprised to receive a letter sealed with a wolf's head.
Barely containing her mirth, she hurried back to the tent.
Lis took her time opening the letter, taking care to not harm the wolf seal she decided to cut it from the side, making a tiny incision with her pocket knife and cutting along the side of the paper carefully.
The pressed lily fell out first, a smile she hardly noticed spread across her lips as she couldn't help but recall the last person who sent her such a flower, she wondered briefly where Ange was, quickly forgetting her as she unfolded and read the short letter.
Then she read it again, hoping in vain the words will change, but they did not.
Then she read it again, hand rising to cover her mouth.
With some effort, she tore her eyes from the letter to the dress pressed and folded, and ready for wearing.
The rich wolf furs resting on the rich purple lace seemed to mock both her and this evening, which she'll have to spend alone.
Of course, it would be too good to be true, things are never this easy and I'm not living in a fairytale.
Wake up, Lis, and smell the gunpowder.