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Verrick grumbled as he found out the princess was currently with the King. It would do no good to hand her this letter in front of the king. He racked through his mind to think of who would be the most trustworthy to deliver said letter discreetly….as it came from a traitor to the crown. He would have normally waited… or snuck into the princess’s chambers to leave the letter there. But during the middle of the day. Would be foolish beyond belief. 

As he remembered all of the ladies in waiting..one popped out in his mind. One that had a slight connection with Fenros through her older brother. Not one to likely turn on him or the princess. 

Making his way to where she should have been, waiting for the princess to finish her argument with the king no doubt. He came to a corner and looked to his left, seeing her standing alone...and to his surprise...she was practicing magic. He smirked as this new information gave him a sure way to keep her in line to follow his ‘request’.  He pulled back behind the corner and gave a casual footfall, which was MUCH louder than his normal silent steps, but loud enough for her to hear it and stop her practicing.. 

Elize waited in a small corridor outside the king’s personal chambers, trying to ignore the yelling coming through the walls. Princess Eleanor was beyond angry. Somebody did something to General Fenros and she knew it. Elize thought it was a bit obvious to throw a big fit like that over Fenros. She’d met the guy before, and he took maybe one look at her before gluing his gaze to Eleanor for the rest of the night. This temper tantrum with the king only made things more clear. 

But Elize still felt bad for the guy. He seemed like a good and honest man, and this disappearance was beyond bizarre. Wild rumors were flying around the court. Some of Elize’s favorites were that he had run off with a peasant girl, or that he was captured by the Ouroboros and was being held for ransom. [i]Ridiculous,[/i] Elize thought to herself. Every single one was absolutely absurd, considering none of them thought to mention the undeniable culprit: the goddamn king.

It didn’t take much to bore Elize. After listening to the princess squabble with her father for a good ten minutes, the noble girl teased the air around her fingers, letting it wisp in a little tornado around her ring. Elize wasn’t the best elemental mage; she needed to work on it. After peaking around both corners to make sure nobody was coming, Elize allowed herself to summon small wind torrents. They dispelled in her palms and grew with each breath. By the time she had managed to make a controlled cyclone as high as her knees, her lungs felt like balloons in her chest. Her fingertips tingled and her mind buzzed with that mystic high she so loved, but the moment was ruined by the sound of someone approaching. Startled, Elize let her cyclone loose. It slashed through the air around her skirts before billowing in her hair, leaving blonde strands standing straight. She looked up to find a hooded figure standing closeby. The person was short but obviously a man by his athletic and wide build. A bow and quiver were slung over his back. Something about him seemed familiar and almost otherworldly. Her heart quickened as she realize he must have seen her. [i]FUCK,[/i] she screamed the unladylike language in her head.

“Welp,” Elize muttered miserably. “Can’t quite get out of this one.” She didn’t even bother trying to lie or explain herself. 

Verrick, once she noticed him, slowly moved over to her till he was close enough to speak privately. He positioned himself just right that the sun from a nearby window caused the cowl to black out his upper face, so she would only see his mouth and beard. He then spoke to her, his voice low and gruff. 

“Lady Casterly... an interesting pastime you have.” He said simply and matter of factly, as if he knew about it all along. “I must ask a favor of you, if you don’t mind?” he added, getting straight to the point. 

Elize stared the man down, trying to study what little she could see of his face. The women in the court, the foolish, foolish women all spoke about a hooded man with blackmagic and immense knowledge and power. [i]Please be another ludicrous rumor,[/i] Elize begged in the back of her mind. “Seems as if I must. It would only be polite,” the noble girl finally responded. “What do you wish of me?”

Verrick reached into the pouch directly behind his back, under his cloak. Pulling out a folded letter with a red wax seal on it. He then said, “Well… You don’t HAVE to m’lady. For it is a favor.” He offered the letter to her, the wax seal facing up. If she were to look at it, she would see Fenros Allaway’s recognizable crest on the seal. “I was hoping to get this to Princess Eleanor about a mutual friend. However…” He moved his head to the door at the still audible argument between the royal family. “I’m sure the princess’s meeting with the king will take some time. Of which I don’t have.” He turned and looked directly at her, despite his face being blocked out it was clear he was staring into her eyes. “I can trust you can give it to the princess...discreetly?” 

Elize hesitantly accepted the letter, letting her fingers press into the wax mold. She held her breath as she gazed down at the small scrap of paper and the seal. [i]Fenros.[/i] Without speaking a word, Elize looked back up to the mystery man and nodded, still completely breathless. “My princess will be pleased to receive this...thank you, sir. May I have your name?”

Verrick remained silent when she took the letter when she then asked for his name he sighed, which almost sounded like a growl. He didn’t want anything to do with being connected with this letter if it indeed got into the wrong hands. He didn’t like anyone even knowing his name in the first place. He stood there for a few more seconds before just saying. “That's not important.” Before turning and walking away.

Elize finally let herself breathe as the man walked away. So many people would have asked much worse of her with that kind of blackmail. She would make sure the princess took the letter, it was the least she could do with the…”kindness”? that the man had shown her. Whatever grace he had given her, it certainly wasn’t pure malice. The girl examined the letter closer, letting her nails scrape over the wax seal. [i]Yep. Definitely Fenros,[/i] she thought to herself. Elize could envision the look of disbelief and joy on Eleanor, especially after this fight with the king.