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Crow nodded when Penelope said she would attach his letter to the one she was writing to Olivia. Now that his part was done, he leaned back in his chair and rested his hands behind his head, taking a break after the effort of writing so much. While it wasn’t a particularly exhausting activity, he still wasn’t used to it, so it took a bit more effort out of him that it probably did for other people. He was glad he’d had the chance to practice though. He wanted to get better at it so he could compose letters as quickly as the knight did.
Absently, he watched her write her second letter to Olivia. His heart skipped excitedly in his chest at the thought that it wouldn’t be long before he heard news from his companions. He wondered how they were doing since they’d last spoken. The last time he’d seen them, a lot had already changed. Alistair seemed to be more serious than usual about his relationship with Olivia, he and Rikki were finally on decent terms again, and Hazel was pregnant with Simon’s child. He was eager to hear updates on how things had developed in the outer villages lately too. Hopefully the thieves would think to include some news about the other peasants they had been trying to protect.
As Penelope continued to write, Crow began to grow restless with a slight onset of boredom. He let his gaze wander over the empty room, although there wasn’t much to hold his attention, since he’d already explored the place thoroughly since he’d moved in. He tapped his foot beneath the table and then stood up to pace in an attempt to get rid of some of his pent-up energy. The motion helped some, but it didn’t get rid of the feeling completely, so he paused by his bed with a quiet huff.
As he stood there, the viceroy’s eyes wandered to the bed as an unwelcomed thought abruptly reemerged in his mind. He’d managed to forget about his dream for most of the day, but now that night had fallen and the room was still, the unnerving images flitted through his head once more. He swallowed and averted his gaze to the opposite wall, suddenly nervous that the nightmare would return when he laid down to sleep that night. After all, he’d had recurring nightmares before. It had been a while since the last time they had happened, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t come back again.
Disturbed by the thought, his eyes flicked back to where Penelope was sitting at the table. Once she finished her letter to her friend and went back to her room, there would be nothing left to keep him awake. He didn’t want to go to bed yet—not when there was a chance that he would be tormented by that dream again.
Crossing to the other side of the room, Crow stepped up behind the knight and leaned over to wrap his arms around her. “You know, no one’s going to be stopping by here until the morning,” he murmured suggestively, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Preston already left for the night, and no one else ever comes through this late.” He traced his lips against her skin and nipped playfully at her ear. “It’s been a while since we’ve last been together… What do you say we take advantage of the time we’ve got now? I’ll even block the door with my dagger if it’ll make you feel better.”
Absently, he watched her write her second letter to Olivia. His heart skipped excitedly in his chest at the thought that it wouldn’t be long before he heard news from his companions. He wondered how they were doing since they’d last spoken. The last time he’d seen them, a lot had already changed. Alistair seemed to be more serious than usual about his relationship with Olivia, he and Rikki were finally on decent terms again, and Hazel was pregnant with Simon’s child. He was eager to hear updates on how things had developed in the outer villages lately too. Hopefully the thieves would think to include some news about the other peasants they had been trying to protect.
As Penelope continued to write, Crow began to grow restless with a slight onset of boredom. He let his gaze wander over the empty room, although there wasn’t much to hold his attention, since he’d already explored the place thoroughly since he’d moved in. He tapped his foot beneath the table and then stood up to pace in an attempt to get rid of some of his pent-up energy. The motion helped some, but it didn’t get rid of the feeling completely, so he paused by his bed with a quiet huff.
As he stood there, the viceroy’s eyes wandered to the bed as an unwelcomed thought abruptly reemerged in his mind. He’d managed to forget about his dream for most of the day, but now that night had fallen and the room was still, the unnerving images flitted through his head once more. He swallowed and averted his gaze to the opposite wall, suddenly nervous that the nightmare would return when he laid down to sleep that night. After all, he’d had recurring nightmares before. It had been a while since the last time they had happened, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t come back again.
Disturbed by the thought, his eyes flicked back to where Penelope was sitting at the table. Once she finished her letter to her friend and went back to her room, there would be nothing left to keep him awake. He didn’t want to go to bed yet—not when there was a chance that he would be tormented by that dream again.
Crossing to the other side of the room, Crow stepped up behind the knight and leaned over to wrap his arms around her. “You know, no one’s going to be stopping by here until the morning,” he murmured suggestively, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Preston already left for the night, and no one else ever comes through this late.” He traced his lips against her skin and nipped playfully at her ear. “It’s been a while since we’ve last been together… What do you say we take advantage of the time we’ve got now? I’ll even block the door with my dagger if it’ll make you feel better.”
Crow is really proud of himself cx
He also saw that she was outpacing him and tried to write faster lol
He also saw that she was outpacing him and tried to write faster lol
Crow shuffled his feet uncomfortably beneath the table as he watched Penelope demonstrate how to write the word, ‘viceroy.’ He paid close attention to the way she spelled it, since he had a feeling he was going to need to remember that word for a long time to come. “Thanks,” he murmured absently as he copied it down into his own letter to Hazel and the others. When he was done, he snuck a glance at the knight’s paper and was surprised to see how much she had already written. He hoped he would be able to work as efficiently as she could once he had a better grasp of written language.
Turning his attention back to the page in front of him, Crow focused a little harder on thinking out what he wanted to say to his companions. It’s just the same news I’d give them if I were visiting in person, he reminded himself, lowering his quill to the paper once again. As he continued to write, he intermittently asked Penelope for help whenever he came across words he couldn’t spell, but found that he was able to do most of it on his own:
The viceroy looked over his letter, feeling pleased with the result. It was the first thing he’d ever written that consisted of more than just one or two sentences—that was as far as he’d gotten in his lesson with Udolf. It was strangely empowering to be able to record his thoughts and to be able to communicate them over a distance. He couldn’t wait to get a reply from Hazel and find out how the other thieves had been doing since he’d left them to become a nobleman.
“I’m done writing,” Crow said, turning to Penelope eagerly in wait to find out the next step. “Now what?”
Turning his attention back to the page in front of him, Crow focused a little harder on thinking out what he wanted to say to his companions. It’s just the same news I’d give them if I were visiting in person, he reminded himself, lowering his quill to the paper once again. As he continued to write, he intermittently asked Penelope for help whenever he came across words he couldn’t spell, but found that he was able to do most of it on his own:
…I was given the title of viceroy by the king so I’m formally a nobleman now. It still doesn’t feel very different though. Most of the people in the castle still hate me just as much as before and I’ve even been accused of stealing once. My family seems to think everyone will warm up to me soon though. I hope they’re right.
Also I’ve started going by my birthname again since I was titled viceroy. I suppose that means it’s finally time for me to tell you all that my real name is Collin. Unless Olivia already told you in which case I’m sorry you didn’t hear it from me first.
As for myself and Penelope. We’ve both been doing well. Because the other nobles still hate me we’ve decided not to tell anyone that we’re together yet. She has been trying to garner support to end the war and it wouldn’t help her reputation if anyone found out about us right now. Sometimes it’s frustrating to keep waiting but I know it’s for the best so I’ve been bearing it.
There isn’t much else for me to tell you right now. My days mostly consist of lessons and training that you would all find boring. I think it is too. If anything important happens I’ll be sure to send word as soon as I can. In the meantime I look forward to hearing back from you soon and I hope you’ve all been faring well in the war.
-Crow
Also I’ve started going by my birthname again since I was titled viceroy. I suppose that means it’s finally time for me to tell you all that my real name is Collin. Unless Olivia already told you in which case I’m sorry you didn’t hear it from me first.
As for myself and Penelope. We’ve both been doing well. Because the other nobles still hate me we’ve decided not to tell anyone that we’re together yet. She has been trying to garner support to end the war and it wouldn’t help her reputation if anyone found out about us right now. Sometimes it’s frustrating to keep waiting but I know it’s for the best so I’ve been bearing it.
There isn’t much else for me to tell you right now. My days mostly consist of lessons and training that you would all find boring. I think it is too. If anything important happens I’ll be sure to send word as soon as I can. In the meantime I look forward to hearing back from you soon and I hope you’ve all been faring well in the war.
-Crow
The viceroy looked over his letter, feeling pleased with the result. It was the first thing he’d ever written that consisted of more than just one or two sentences—that was as far as he’d gotten in his lesson with Udolf. It was strangely empowering to be able to record his thoughts and to be able to communicate them over a distance. He couldn’t wait to get a reply from Hazel and find out how the other thieves had been doing since he’d left them to become a nobleman.
“I’m done writing,” Crow said, turning to Penelope eagerly in wait to find out the next step. “Now what?”
Crow realized he didn't know how to spell his own title xD
Crow chuckled softly when Penelope kissed him on the head. He was glad that she was willing to help him write to his companions. Even though he felt like Hazel would be able to understand his letter for the most part if he wrote it by himself, it would be nice to compose something that the herbalist could read without much strain. To do that, he was going to need the knight’s help, since the best he could do at the moment was guess his way through each word and hope he was at least close to spelling them all correctly.
When Penelope commented that she was impressed with pace he’d been learning, Crow grinned at her proudly. “Languages have always come easily for me. Written language is just another form of it,” he explained, dipping his quill in the ink pot and swirling it once. “I think it would take me a lot longer to learn if I didn’t already know how to speak Missenar though. It helps that the words are already familiar to me. I just needed to learn what they look like on paper.”
He tapped the quill against the edge of the ink pot to let the excess drip off before he opened his journal and careful tore out the first page by the seam. “Now that I think about it, Naida told me that she and the rest of my siblings are quick learners too,” he mused, laying out the loose paper on the table in front of him. “It might just run in my father’s side of the family.” He had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, it was disappointing to know that his talent wasn’t unique, but on the other hand, he found that he enjoyed knowing that he shared the trait with his half-sisters and brother.
When Penelope said that Olivia would probably read his letter before delivering it to Alistair, Crow snorted. “Of course she would,” he muttered, looking down at the blank paper as he pondered what to write. While he disliked knowing that the female knight would invade his privacy like that, he didn’t think he had anything to say that he particularly wanted to keep a secret from her.
“Alright,” he nodded at Penelope’s offer and lifted his quill to the page, tapping the tip against the paper as he decided how to start the letter. As he thought about it, he blinked as he realized he didn’t know how to spell any of his companions’ names. All the words he had learned had come from Udolf’s tutoring and the book he had been reading, and of course, neither of those sources included the criminals’ names. He glanced at Penelope, wondering if he should ask her for help, but then decided against it. Instead, he solved the problem his own way. The feather quill scratched against the paper as he wrote:
To my friends.
He smiled to himself in satisfaction. Having read all three of those words in his book before, he felt confident that he’d spelled them correctly. However, before he went on, he paused. It felt strange to have a one-sided conversation, and he wasn’t quite sure what to say. He drummed his fingers on the table in thought. It made the most sense to just tell them about what had been going on in his life since he’d left them, so that was what he chose to do. He lowered his quill to the sheet again:
A lot has changed since I moved in to the castle.
He wavered before he added the period. Udolf had taught him about punctuation during his lesson that day, but he found most of it difficult to keep straight. He just hoped it would be clear enough for Hazel to read when she opened it later.
About a week ago I was given the title of
He paused again and turned to Penelope with a sheepish expression as he came to a problem that he couldn’t figure out on his own. “How do you spell, ‘viceroy’?”
When Penelope commented that she was impressed with pace he’d been learning, Crow grinned at her proudly. “Languages have always come easily for me. Written language is just another form of it,” he explained, dipping his quill in the ink pot and swirling it once. “I think it would take me a lot longer to learn if I didn’t already know how to speak Missenar though. It helps that the words are already familiar to me. I just needed to learn what they look like on paper.”
He tapped the quill against the edge of the ink pot to let the excess drip off before he opened his journal and careful tore out the first page by the seam. “Now that I think about it, Naida told me that she and the rest of my siblings are quick learners too,” he mused, laying out the loose paper on the table in front of him. “It might just run in my father’s side of the family.” He had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, it was disappointing to know that his talent wasn’t unique, but on the other hand, he found that he enjoyed knowing that he shared the trait with his half-sisters and brother.
When Penelope said that Olivia would probably read his letter before delivering it to Alistair, Crow snorted. “Of course she would,” he muttered, looking down at the blank paper as he pondered what to write. While he disliked knowing that the female knight would invade his privacy like that, he didn’t think he had anything to say that he particularly wanted to keep a secret from her.
“Alright,” he nodded at Penelope’s offer and lifted his quill to the page, tapping the tip against the paper as he decided how to start the letter. As he thought about it, he blinked as he realized he didn’t know how to spell any of his companions’ names. All the words he had learned had come from Udolf’s tutoring and the book he had been reading, and of course, neither of those sources included the criminals’ names. He glanced at Penelope, wondering if he should ask her for help, but then decided against it. Instead, he solved the problem his own way. The feather quill scratched against the paper as he wrote:
To my friends.
He smiled to himself in satisfaction. Having read all three of those words in his book before, he felt confident that he’d spelled them correctly. However, before he went on, he paused. It felt strange to have a one-sided conversation, and he wasn’t quite sure what to say. He drummed his fingers on the table in thought. It made the most sense to just tell them about what had been going on in his life since he’d left them, so that was what he chose to do. He lowered his quill to the sheet again:
A lot has changed since I moved in to the castle.
He wavered before he added the period. Udolf had taught him about punctuation during his lesson that day, but he found most of it difficult to keep straight. He just hoped it would be clear enough for Hazel to read when she opened it later.
About a week ago I was given the title of
He paused again and turned to Penelope with a sheepish expression as he came to a problem that he couldn’t figure out on his own. “How do you spell, ‘viceroy’?”
Same xD
He's one of my favorite minor characters
He's one of my favorite minor characters
Crow wrinkled his nose when Penelope brought up his supper with the Cardonells. He wasn’t surprised that Naida had been bothered by that fact that he’d been eating with them. After all, Mercia hadn’t disguised the purpose of their meeting very well with that eye-catching dress she’d worn. It wouldn’t have taken much for his sister to realize that the two nobles had been trying to rope him into a courtship. Of course, she’d had nothing to worry about though. His relationship with Penelope aside, he wouldn’t have been interested in someone like Wayne’s sister. Mercia may have been attractive on the outside, but her personality hadn’t been appealing to him in the slightest. Marrying her wouldn’t have been very different than marrying a carved statue.
He smiled and wrapped his arms around the knight a little tighter as she kissed him, feeling a burst of affection for the woman he did love. When she pulled back from him and walked over to the table, he trailed after her. “I don’t feel bad,” he said carelessly. “She’s been pestering us about it so much that it’s kind of nice to get back at her this way. Speaking of which,” he shook his head exasperatedly. “Preston’s been on my case about us too lately. He isn’t trying to push us to court like my sister is, but he’s convinced that there’s more going on than we’re telling people. He may be quiet, but he’s a lot sharper than I thought.”
When Penelope asked him if he was ready to start his letter to his companions, Crow nodded. “Udolf just started me on writing today,” he said, stepping over to his bed to retrieve the journal and quill that he’d left on the mattress. “I think I’ve got the hang of it for the most part, but spelling is still difficult, since there are so many combinations of letters that make similar sounds. I don’t yet have the practice to remember how to use them all.”
He sat down at the table and looked up at her with a grin, “I was hoping you would be able to help with that part.”
He smiled and wrapped his arms around the knight a little tighter as she kissed him, feeling a burst of affection for the woman he did love. When she pulled back from him and walked over to the table, he trailed after her. “I don’t feel bad,” he said carelessly. “She’s been pestering us about it so much that it’s kind of nice to get back at her this way. Speaking of which,” he shook his head exasperatedly. “Preston’s been on my case about us too lately. He isn’t trying to push us to court like my sister is, but he’s convinced that there’s more going on than we’re telling people. He may be quiet, but he’s a lot sharper than I thought.”
When Penelope asked him if he was ready to start his letter to his companions, Crow nodded. “Udolf just started me on writing today,” he said, stepping over to his bed to retrieve the journal and quill that he’d left on the mattress. “I think I’ve got the hang of it for the most part, but spelling is still difficult, since there are so many combinations of letters that make similar sounds. I don’t yet have the practice to remember how to use them all.”
He sat down at the table and looked up at her with a grin, “I was hoping you would be able to help with that part.”
Oh geez xD
At least he couldn't follow her
At least he couldn't follow her
On the way back to his room, Crow’s mind wandered back to the events of the day. He hadn’t had much time to think about it earlier, but now that he was alone, he was starting to get a little more curious about what some of his lessons were going to look like in the near future. Part of him was glad that he wouldn’t have to spend every day with Udolf anymore, but he as also a bit nervous about who his other teachers were going to be.
For one thing, he and John hadn’t been on the greatest of terms for at least two weeks, so the idea of spending a whole afternoon with the other man made him cringe. He hoped that Penelope’s father would be more focused on teaching him to fight and ride horseback than he would be to interrogate him about his relationship with his daughter. If John tried to use their time to berate him for being “irresponsible,” he already knew he wasn’t going to enjoy his lessons with the knight.
His own father was more of a wild card. Since he still didn’t know Albin very well, he had no idea what to expect from him in an educational setting. He wanted to believe his father would be the most enjoyable of his teachers, but there was always a chance that he would turn out to be as strict as Udolf. The thought was worrying, since his father was the only person in the kingdom who had the power to remove him from his position as viceroy. He was nervous that if he let the king down by not learning fast enough, he would have his title stripped from him, and all his efforts to give Penelope a better life would be ruined.
Crow was so lost in his musings that he almost didn’t hear Preston’s voice from behind him. He stopped walking up the stairs that led to the third floor and turned around as the attendant called his name.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Preston frowned, breathing a little heavier after he’d rushed to catch up with him.
“Just back to my room,” Crow shrugged.
“I didn’t even see you leave the Great Hall.”
“That’s because I wanted to get away from those people I was sitting with,” the viceroy shook his head.
“Why were you sitting with them if you don’t like them?” the servant asked.
“I wouldn’t have if I’d known why they’d asked me to join them,” he snorted. “They were trying to arrange a courtship between me and that woman.”
“Oh,” Preston seemed to understand. “And you can’t court her because you’re smitten with Penelope.”
Crow almost nodded, and then blinked as he realized what the attendant had said. “No,” he gave the boy’s arm a shove. “I can’t court her because I don’t want to court anyone right now.”
“Anyone but Penelope.”
“You’re infuriating sometimes. You know that?” Crow said dryly.
Preston just shrugged.
Crow shook his head and turned to continue walking up the steps with his attendant following closely behind. When he got back to his bedchamber, he took a quick look around to see if anyone else was inside, although it seemed like Penelope hadn’t arrived yet, because the room was empty.
Stepping over to his bed, he sat on the edge and bent down to take off his boots. Preston stayed put by the door.
“Do you need anything else tonight?” the attendant asked, leaning back against the wall.
“No,” Crow replied without looking up. “You can go if you’d like.”
“Okay,” Preston dipped his head to the viceroy. “Goodnight.”
“’Night,” Crow said, watching as the boy exited the room.
Now alone, he stood up from his bed and stepped over to the wardrobe, where he changed into the more comfortable linen clothes that he would wear for the night. He supposed he had been a bit spoiled with the luxuries of his new life, but he wasn’t going to turn down soft nightclothes for his pride’s sake.
Once he was dressed again, he walked back to his bed and sat on the mattress with his legs crossed, reaching beneath the pillow where he’d hidden the box that held his quill and journal. Already, he could feel excitement bubble up inside of him at the thought of reaching out to Hazel and the others after going nearly a week and a half since he’d last seen them. Even though he couldn’t be part of their lives in the same way as he used to be, he wanted to stay in touch with them from a distance as long as he could.
Opening the box up, Crow removed the objects inside and set them down on the bed beside him to use later. As he did, he suddenly heard a quiet knock at the door. He looked up and smiled as his eyes landed on Penelope. “And it’s just me,” he said in return, gesturing to the empty room to show her that they were alone.
Uncrossing his legs, he climbed down from the bed and made his way over to greet her at the door with a kiss. “I missed you at supper,” he murmured, gently brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Hopefully we’ll have plenty of time together now though.”
For one thing, he and John hadn’t been on the greatest of terms for at least two weeks, so the idea of spending a whole afternoon with the other man made him cringe. He hoped that Penelope’s father would be more focused on teaching him to fight and ride horseback than he would be to interrogate him about his relationship with his daughter. If John tried to use their time to berate him for being “irresponsible,” he already knew he wasn’t going to enjoy his lessons with the knight.
His own father was more of a wild card. Since he still didn’t know Albin very well, he had no idea what to expect from him in an educational setting. He wanted to believe his father would be the most enjoyable of his teachers, but there was always a chance that he would turn out to be as strict as Udolf. The thought was worrying, since his father was the only person in the kingdom who had the power to remove him from his position as viceroy. He was nervous that if he let the king down by not learning fast enough, he would have his title stripped from him, and all his efforts to give Penelope a better life would be ruined.
Crow was so lost in his musings that he almost didn’t hear Preston’s voice from behind him. He stopped walking up the stairs that led to the third floor and turned around as the attendant called his name.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Preston frowned, breathing a little heavier after he’d rushed to catch up with him.
“Just back to my room,” Crow shrugged.
“I didn’t even see you leave the Great Hall.”
“That’s because I wanted to get away from those people I was sitting with,” the viceroy shook his head.
“Why were you sitting with them if you don’t like them?” the servant asked.
“I wouldn’t have if I’d known why they’d asked me to join them,” he snorted. “They were trying to arrange a courtship between me and that woman.”
“Oh,” Preston seemed to understand. “And you can’t court her because you’re smitten with Penelope.”
Crow almost nodded, and then blinked as he realized what the attendant had said. “No,” he gave the boy’s arm a shove. “I can’t court her because I don’t want to court anyone right now.”
“Anyone but Penelope.”
“You’re infuriating sometimes. You know that?” Crow said dryly.
Preston just shrugged.
Crow shook his head and turned to continue walking up the steps with his attendant following closely behind. When he got back to his bedchamber, he took a quick look around to see if anyone else was inside, although it seemed like Penelope hadn’t arrived yet, because the room was empty.
Stepping over to his bed, he sat on the edge and bent down to take off his boots. Preston stayed put by the door.
“Do you need anything else tonight?” the attendant asked, leaning back against the wall.
“No,” Crow replied without looking up. “You can go if you’d like.”
“Okay,” Preston dipped his head to the viceroy. “Goodnight.”
“’Night,” Crow said, watching as the boy exited the room.
Now alone, he stood up from his bed and stepped over to the wardrobe, where he changed into the more comfortable linen clothes that he would wear for the night. He supposed he had been a bit spoiled with the luxuries of his new life, but he wasn’t going to turn down soft nightclothes for his pride’s sake.
Once he was dressed again, he walked back to his bed and sat on the mattress with his legs crossed, reaching beneath the pillow where he’d hidden the box that held his quill and journal. Already, he could feel excitement bubble up inside of him at the thought of reaching out to Hazel and the others after going nearly a week and a half since he’d last seen them. Even though he couldn’t be part of their lives in the same way as he used to be, he wanted to stay in touch with them from a distance as long as he could.
Opening the box up, Crow removed the objects inside and set them down on the bed beside him to use later. As he did, he suddenly heard a quiet knock at the door. He looked up and smiled as his eyes landed on Penelope. “And it’s just me,” he said in return, gesturing to the empty room to show her that they were alone.
Uncrossing his legs, he climbed down from the bed and made his way over to greet her at the door with a kiss. “I missed you at supper,” he murmured, gently brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Hopefully we’ll have plenty of time together now though.”
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