The crackling of the wood was the only sound in the dimly lit room as Rebecca sat at her writing desk, the tip of her quill hovering above a piece of parchment. Elysia's decision to flee the palace was not a light one, but now that the plan was set in motion, it was time to inform Dargan of the progress in their plan.
With a steady hand, Rebecca dipped her quill into the ink and began writing.
Dargan,
It is time. The girl you have long awaited is prepared to make her move. The King suspects nothing, and plans have been made for her to leave in three days time. I have given her the important instructions and directions. She would go to Lane bridge where I assume, you will have someone waiting for her. Someone I have told her is my cousin.
I leave this in your hands, trusting that you will do what is necessary. If all goes well, I will not contact you again until the girl is safely beyond our borders.