[h2]Lilianna Belwiss[/h2]

Lilianna's morning had been spent taking stock of what currently remained at Candaeln--both in the supplies sense, as far too much space was still being taken up by the inexplicable appearance of dozens of jars of lime marmalade, and in case the king had something that demanded the intervention of another hundred blades or so. It seemed that breaking from the accounting for lunch was more than necessary from the people gathering around the entrance to the mess hall. It seemed that she wouldn't be able to take a break after all...

"Sunfield, is your entire family bereft of sense? Fanilly is not [i]here[/i]. Even if you had the authority to demand a meeting when the knights owe no fealty to your parents, there is no way for her to be summoned. You may either wait and deliver your missive upon her return or you can deliver it to us now and return home," the grey-haired knight said, straightening out her coat. Three of them in a few weeks? It was beginning to seem like there was some infestation among the knights. At least the girls hadn't taken their family's rank straight to the head and assumed it allowed them to ignore the very structure of the realm.

"That applies to you as well, miss. Fanilly is leading many of the knights on royal business and, as such, could be occupied for any length of time."