The Note

Thom read the note again, making sure he had not miss-read what was written. His purple eyes flickered gently over the short piece of paper with the Convent crests on it. The envelope with the Trebond seal on it was discarded on his bed, and so was his pocketknife with which he broke the seal.

The letter basically just informed him that Alanna was coming to court to find a husband, much to her despair. It seemed she was still not happy with him. Thom was amazed that someone could hold a grudge so long. It had been six long years and she still hadn't forgiven him for not going though with their plan.

Girls, he thought wearily, can't live with them, can't live without them.

There was a short, but steady knock at his door leading to his knight master's, Sir Myles of Olau, chambers.

"Come in," Thom responded getting off his bed and standing up straight, knowing whom it was.

The door swung open, "Come Thomas!" he ordered quite happily. "I need your brilliant mind to help me with some paper work!"

Sighing, Thom got up and walked out the door, forgetting about the letter he had received… for the time being, at least.

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A/N: I know it's short… I like working in short chapters. And just so you know, I don't own any of these characters so far, TP does… but when I do… I'll tell you.