The Gilded Pretend
The first light of dawn slipped through the shutters, painting the herb garden in thin stripes of gold. Elara Quinn stood barefoot on the cool flagstones, her fingertips brushing the rosemary as she inhaled the sharp, earthy scent. A sudden shadow fell across the thyme, and she glanced up to see a falcon perched on the stone wall, its keen eyes fixed on her. A silver tube, no longer than her palm, was strapped tightly to its leg. She moved slowly, not wanting to startle the bird, and lifted the tube free. The falcon gave a soft cry, then launched into the pale sky, disappearing toward the horizon. Elara broke the wax seal with her thumb; the crimson wax cracked, releasing a faint scent of frankincense. Inside lay a vellum sheet, the royal crest embossed in deep blue at the top. By the command of His Majesty King Aldric, you, Elara Quinn of the western holdings, are hereby summoned to the capital city of Renar. Present yourself at the Hall of Councils on the third dawn of the coming moon. This matter concerns the security of the realm and requires your immediate attendance. Failure to comply will be construed as treason.
