[hr][hr][center][color=0076a3][b][h2]HOUSE VALIAN[/h2][/b][b]Imara Valian[/b][/color]
[b]Ebon Keep, Ebonheart, Xandria[/b]
[sub][b]6th of Gerna | 1200 AU[/b][/sub][/center]
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For Imara Valian, it was her last day in the only place she had ever known but as saddening as that concept was alone there was plenty of brightness ahead for her. Her life was about to have a new beginning and she couldn’t have been more optimistic towards the future— a feeling she had not felt in a very long time.

In only a week or so she was to be married to Benjamin Cragmore as was promised. A fact that would bring her to Erayis to prepare for her role alongside her childhood friend and now future husband. Though, it wouldn’t be for long considering Rodan’s own wedding in Tellaria in the coming months. She wondered why her father had set up the wedding dates as he did, as the costs on the coffers of the Kingdom had to be unnecessary. But then again it wasn’t really her place to speak such concerns to her father— she neither had the education or position to do so.

“Princess. You have received a raven from Stormgully.”

The voice of Ser Galwyn brought a wide smile to her lips as her eyes looked over to the knight-ranger, a protector and good friend she had known since as far back as she could remember. Galwyn was her guardian, assigned like every other member of the royal guard to her since birth to serve her with integrity, duty, and honor. He was forty-six years past his nameday now and while she wouldn’t admit it publicly; far more of a father figure than her own father had been in her entire life. When she would leave Ebonheart for Stormgully he would follow with her as was his oath; he would follow her until he fell to the sword, plague, or age. 

Galwyn held out his hand, holding the still sealed parchment. Imara eagerly took it from him; the excitement boiling within her was heavy and had she not any manners she would’ve swiped it out of hands with all courtesy abandoned. She was a lady after all.

“Thank you, Ser Galwyn. You are dismissed.”

“As you nock, my lady” The brown-haired knight-ranger nodded as he walked some distance away thus giving her privacy without leaving her unguarded.

As she opened the letter she began to wonder what Benjamin’s intentions had been sending a message on her last day in Ebonheart. What did he want to tell her before she set off? 

“Hm.” She mused as she began to read the now-opened parchment before her. 

[color=silver][indent]Dearest Imara,

Hello! 

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. As I write this letter to you, Pearlpelt and Rootripper are being fitted with their saddles so that they might take me to the High Tower of the Phoenix, and my brother towards the north, though I believe he will meet with your brother towards the end of the journey. If Alexander has not left, tell him that I wish him the best of luck, and a safe return. In a surprising turn of events, my father has given me his arch elector title, and so I will unexpectedly be helping shape our great empire's future in a matter of days. You should see the fit that was thrown when he was told that a certain someone would attend. I will tell you all about it after the wedding.

With Duncan away, this wedding should be a more peaceful event than I had planned, which I am thankful for. Every detail, from the framing of portraits to the flowers in the garden is perfect. I am sure you will be speechless, which Kenten always told me was a good trait for a wife to have.

All of my jokes aside, as I will unexpectedly be travelling to, or at the High Tower of the Phoenix, please avoid sending any letters until I return, though you will likely have arrived by then. As always, the pain of missing you persists, though our approaching wedding dulls that pain quite considerably.

Yours,
      Benjamin[/indent][/color]
“What an interesting turn of events. I hope the capital does not eat him alive.” She muttered as she closed the letter. 

[hider=Mentions]Benjamin Cragmore[/hider]