From a young age? That king nightmare has been with you for as long as you can remember.
It doesn’t happen every time you sleep sober, though. It comes and goes. For instance, you didn’t have it once on the ship ride here. All you dreamed about was being devoured by wild animals.
This was possibly because the only book you could find on the ship was The Encyclopedia of Deadly Creatures.
Thanks, you guess.
You’re not really brave though, you’re just sort of pretending you are. You’re a bit worried this whole facade is going to break down as soon as you reach the castle. Hopefully it won’t, and you’ll be able to pretend you’re brave all the way through dinner.
You haven’t even thought about that…
As far as you know there are no other beds in this house. She’s either been renting at an inn or… just sleeping on the floor? That thought makes you feel a little sad. She deserves better than that. You really hope you don’t hurt her even more by embarrassing her.
There! Not as good as a brush, but that tidied up your fur pretty well.
Well, only one way to go from here.
You really wish there was some other option. Like, something that didn’t involve a countess. You remind yourself that she’s barely even royalty; if there’s any kind of noble you can approach, it’s her. The whole notion still puts a knot in your stomach, though. It feels like you’re walking to your own doom.
Well okay this actually makes you feel quite a bit better. Let’s roll.
You leave Quill-Weave’s house, lock the door behind you, and leg it to the chapel. You don’t want to be late to dinner, but you still plan on checking in with Trevaia before heading to the castle. Maybe she can give you some advice.
Trevaia greets you, and remarks that she didn’t expect to see you again so soon. You return her greeting and explain that you need some quick help. She asks what you need.