Lying on his bed in the Ogre's head, Vaegar rest the letter he recieve from home on his chest. The thoughts swirled around his head, his imagination attempting to play out every possible outcome he could think of. The ramafactions of the words on this page could make him or break him. Out of all the happened this year this was not one of the things he forsaw.
But it was also not an end. His choice was clear. Duty. Loyalty. Honor. The three words that bound him, where the only choice he had to make.
He quickly wrote, in as delicate of a hand as he could, and sealed the letter with his red wax and seal. Two letters in his hand , he pack his travel bags and a few of his more nicer garments and headed out the door.
This is nothing but a minor set back. I have come to far to let plans fall through over such a matter... his thoughts trail off and he sets out towards the Dutchess's Palace.
But it was also not an end. His choice was clear. Duty. Loyalty. Honor. The three words that bound him, where the only choice he had to make.
He quickly wrote, in as delicate of a hand as he could, and sealed the letter with his red wax and seal. Two letters in his hand , he pack his travel bags and a few of his more nicer garments and headed out the door.
This is nothing but a minor set back. I have come to far to let plans fall through over such a matter... his thoughts trail off and he sets out towards the Dutchess's Palace.