Cherion practically snatched the folded parchment off Reiner's hand, his light eyes widening with a sudden, eager spark.
"Wait, is this from Winston already?" Cherion asked, turning the paper over in his hands as a small, impressed grin touched his lips. "That was ridiculously fast. Did he use an jet bird or something?"
He broke the seal with a sharp, crisp snap, unfolding the fine parchment with ease. But as his eyes scanned the opening lines of handwritten script, the eager smile on his face slowly flattened. The eager spark in his eyes gave way to a perplexed, slightly bewildered frown.
Dear Lord Cherion Antel,
I hope this letter finds you in good health amidst the quiet comfort of the Valtrane estate. I apologize for reaching out through such unannounced, informal channels, but after what happened, I felt a sudden sense of urgency.
