A Letter

It had been severalnearly monthsa year since the assassination, but Rebecca was still surprised to see a letter arrive from her, from Sirene no less. She was less surprised to see it written in Old Rozen. This must be important, she thought to herself.

"Thank you courier." Rebecca said to the man who had delivered it. "I'll triple your fee if you tell me where she mailed it from."

"Duchess I'll tell you that for free." He replied. "Stonekeep, she's seized control of the half-demolished Castle and won't leave."

"Oh she's a fun one." Rebecca stated, a knowing smirk on her face. "You may leave, Mister O'Malley will pay you."

Heather and Hamlin entered the library as the courier left, and Rebecca beckoned them over, waving the letter in her hand. Joining Rebecca at the table, Hamlin spoke first.

"So who's it from?" He asked.

"Sirene Ignitis. She's written it in Old Rozen, no less." Rebecca answered, flipping the letter around to show Hamlin and Heather. "Either it's important or she's showing off."

"With her? Could be either." Heather offered, pulling his pipe out of his smoking jacket. Striking a match against the table, much to Rebecca's annoyance, Heather lit his pipe and took a few puffs from it before continuing. "Suppose it is important. Then what?"

"Then the Hero and the Villain will work together once more." Rebecca replied smoothly, turning the letter back around. "This grammar is awful." Rebecca continued, making a face.

"It's not like she had a formal education." Hamlin pointed out. "However, she might be doing it to-"

"Annoy me. What else?" Rebecca finished with a sigh.

Rebecca tapped her foot against the floor as she read the letter. It rambled quite a lot and reminded her a bit of a certain Goddess she once met, but kept that thought to herself. The claims were astonishing though, and merited immediate investigation. What intrigued her though was the strict instructions that no rusalki may ever enter the place she was going to show her.

"Hamlin." Rebecca stated as she continued to read.

"Yes Duchess?" He asked, his hands still folded on his lap.

"Have you ever heard of the... blast it is this the actual place name?" Rebecca continued, confused. "I suppose it is. The... Shadow Court?"

"The Umbra Curia? Of course. I spent thousands of years trying to find it." Hamlin responded, his face stern.

"Sirene claims I've inherited it. Or rather, the Ashen Empire has." Rebecca said, looking up.

"It's real?" Hamlin asked, raising his eyebrows. This was quite unexpected. He never did find it, and eventually wrote it off one of many myths from the lost Republic.

"What is it?" Heather asked, leaning forward.

"Hrm." Rebecca said, looking down at the letter again. "Sorry to say but it says here rusalki specifically are banned from it. Some sort of spell even older than Sirene. However, what it is is quite something. History books described it as a shadow Government of sorts, a cult, a lost library, everything you can imagine. But its location is never mentioned except in passing, saying it was under a large city inside the Rozen Republica, but the city name always seems to be missing from every text."

"Do I detect the not so subtle hand of Sirene in this?" Hamlin pondered, smirking. "She's had over a thousand years to bury that information."

"So who's going with you? Obviously I can't." Heather said, inspecting the inside of his pipe. He made a face as he checked his jacket pocket and discovered he was out of tobacco. "Blast."

"Heather if you don't stop lighting matches using my furniture I'm going to chop your hands off." Rebecca said sternly before Heather could even say anything else. "As for who I'm bringing, a few weeks ago I would have said Victoria, but... well..."

Rebecca, Hamlin, and Heather all sat quietly for a moment. It brought Rebecca no joy to have executed Victoria for her crimes, but leniency for your friends is the path to chaos was Rebecca's position.

"What about Miss Catherine?" Hamlin asked.

"I promised Kate I'd never ask for anything else ever again, Hamlin." Rebecca said, shaking her head. "You know, I have half a mind to just go by myself."

"Why don't you?" Heather asked, raising his eyebrow. "This is clearly a private matter."