Leah bussied herself in the library whilst the castle slept, it was indeed a harrowing day slaving under Lady Malorie's company, whispers around suggest she could be the next queen owning to the rapport she seem to share with Greynor; the yet-to-be crowned king whom Leah avoided all day, he still grieved his father, and his sister was taken by the same group of mages who killed Greymon, seeing a mage skipping across the halls of his castle might just give him some ideas so Leah steered clear. Lady Malorie on the other hand was more eager to appease, littering the castle with her conspicuous presence all in a bid to make an impression, sadly for her, Greynor didn't have the time nor the patience, yet in spite of her ambitiousness, Malorie of house Dover does posses the makings of a fine queen, she is humble and observant, learned and confident, Leah preferred her over Marilyn, apart from her exhausting desire for gossip, Malorie was better in every corner of concern but she obviously w