CALDER
I sat on the bed, adjusting my cufflinks as I watched Remi fuss with her hair. She declined our offer to bring in someone to do her hair this week, unsurprisingly. I had considered calling Pip a little while ago, but I couldn’t help but want this moment the longer I watched her. Watching her fuss and grumble about dressing up and not being allowed to wear a pair of leggings while the packhouse was overflowing with Summit guests was a strikingly ordinary occurrence.
It was only a few months ago that I was chained to a pole, being starved so I was easier to kill. Of course, that was only after we followed a dragonborn across realms to confront her father and King and request permission to visit the home of an ancient god even fairy tales no longer spoke of. There was really no tell
