“I would advise you hold onto your findings until it can be fully confirmed until then anything I nor my staff can provide to make this a more comfortable visit please let me know.”

“Uh, your majesty there is one thing, “Bette says.

“Yes of course.”

“I would like to send word to my wife in Nephelé.”

“As do I.”

“Messenger departs every fourth day the Gods bless you as tomorrow falls on the fourth day, see letters delivered at the east gate before sunrise.”

“Gratitude, “they both say in unison.

“Now, if you will excuse me I have a daughter I need to search for.” Exiting the room once the doors closed behind her she began to cough hysterically. Tasting the blood filling her mouth she grabs a cloth from a pocket in her gown and spills the fluid from her mouth into the cloth. Gathering herself she ensured she was presentable again before continuing towards the path in search of Daiya.

As the sun set for the evening sitting at her desk in her chambers with a single candle lit for light Bette took pen to ink then to paper. As the pen transcribed both her thoughts and feelings she hoped Tina in reading it could feel not only her heart but her love as well. Before she realized it she had written a four-page letter front to back dipping the royal seal into melted wax she sealed her letter. Blowing out the candle then pulling back the covers on the bed she lays down staring at the ceiling. Although, it was dark she stared up at the ceiling and could see her face as clear as day, Tinas image caused her to smile. She hoped she and Kit were well and hoped her letter found them both in great spirts.

Rising before the sunset she dressed and grabbed both the letters that sat anxiously waiting to be delivered on her desk. Gaia, had dropped hers off as she wanted to join a training exercise with the army. Walking across the courtyard she makes it to gate just in time before the messenger was scheduled to depart.

“Where to, “the messenger says taking a letter from her.

“This one to Zoël.”

“Recipients name?”

“Cybelle Johan.” Handing her the other letter the messenger places it in her bag.

“Where to?”

“Nephelé.”

“Recipients name?”

“Tina Kennard-Porter my wife.” The messenger says making a note nods in affirmation she had all the information needed.

“Gratitude.” As she turned around she found herself bumping into another person wearing a hooded cloak covering her face and when she did she knocked their letters onto the ground. Apologetic she kneels down helping to gather them.

“Apologies, I did not see you appear.”

“Gratitude, “she says removing the cloak from her head revealing her face.

“Kelly, “she says in a surprised tone immediately dropping the letters she held back onto the ground.

“Bette, “she says her name while smiling at her.

“If I did not serve another purpose I would crave that smile from your face with my teeth!”

“Your teeth, I welcome it besides it’s been years since I felt your warm mouth upon me.”

“What is your purpose!? Why are you here!?”

“I am here for the same reason as you to see justice served and peace restored to our world.”

“Your full of shit!”

“I am, “she says smiling at her once again, ”But it would be wise of you to cease on such hostile threats.” Completely disgusted and fearing she might still her life where she stood she walks off abruptly. Looking at her while she walked away it appeared Kellys smile grew in size. Picking up her letters she dusted off the access dirt then hands them to the messenger.

“Where to?”

“Nephelé.”

“Ah, another to Nephelé recipients name?”

“Eva my daughter.”

TBC