Clara
I was told to meet Prince Marcus in the same gazebo where Nora and I had breakfast before. He made me wait long enough that I wondered if I had the wrong location.
Finally, Prince Marcus arrived. He sprawled on the seat across from me. He grinned smugly.
I opened the satchel I carried, and revealed a folder full of parchment. I also took out a slate and some chalk.
“These all say ‘battle report,” I wrote. “I brought them all.”
“Well aren’t you the little overachiever,” Marcus chuckled.
“Why do you want these?” I wrote.
“Huh, you have elegant hand writing for a servant,” Marcus mused, ignoring my question entirely.
I ignored the back handed compliment, and held out the sheaf of papers. I wanted this over with.
“I guess you have to practice a lot, since you can’t speak,”
