Reggie is seated at the table with his quill and paper when we reach the kitchens, busily scratching out something that has him lost in thought. I hover over his shoulder to see what he's up to, but he doesn't look up.
“Gods Reggie, don't you ever take a break? Supply lists, battle strategies.. Good grief.” I shake my head as Reggie twitches slightly.
“My Queen! I just thought to get a head start on some of these things. We'll need new supplies soon enough and we will need to train new soldiers..” Reggie stammers.
“Hmm... what's this?” Ward asks, lifting a still damp piece of parchment full of neat prose. Reginald blushes and lunges for it.
“'Tis nothing!” His voice has risen several octaves.
“Love letters Reginald? Whatever shall we do with you?” I'm shocked. Reggie shoves the parchm
