[ it's already evening when perhaps he'll hear a small shuffle outside his room. Someone is perhaps sorry for escaping to wander the street all day and for...other things. You know, usurping your throne, ruining your life in some distant future.
But never mind that. When he'll open the door there will be a wrapped plate waiting for him, made prettily enough to assure she did not bake the thing it contains (she thought of trying but figured he would assume she is trying to get him sick on purpose).
The plate holds a few slices of honey cake, very much like the ones she used to nick from the kitchens for them as children.
There is also a single note. ]
For old times' sake.
I kept none for myself.
I hope you shall remember that sharing with your sister is gallant and highly encouraged.
left outside his door {day 134}
But never mind that. When he'll open the door there will be a wrapped plate waiting for him, made prettily enough to assure she did not bake the thing it contains (she thought of trying but figured he would assume she is trying to get him sick on purpose).
The plate holds a few slices of honey cake, very much like the ones she used to nick from the kitchens for them as children.
There is also a single note. ]
I kept none for myself.
I hope you shall remember that sharing with your sister is gallant and highly encouraged.
I'm sor -Dutifully yours.