A letter came…
A letter came!?
Irene was woken up with a start, worrying that it was the half-open shutters that had been keeping her cool through the night. Perhaps a storm rolled in, and in her sleeping state, she imagined what she had heard.
However, she realized that her hearing about a letter was the truth. A messenger had come bringing letters to the Litharions. Her father was the most trusted noble outside of the war, after all.
The entire time the battle had raged on, he had been sending a constant stream of supplies to the front lines. Regardless of weather, regardless of danger, he ensured that they would never starve or freeze to death at the very least.
Even if he was forbidden from leaving his lands, it was the least he could do.
Irene stood up quickly, minding her leg as she did. She pulled on pants and a tunic. Even a belt and her sword were pulled onto herself. She then rushed to the basin where a mirror was as well as water and a brush.
