James's Room, The Castle
The squire wrote.
Late nights finishing reports for Arutha's court in the morning was becoming a way of life for him. He sighed and sprinkled sand on the page to dry the ink.
As he reached to put the cover on the inkwell, he felt time stop.
Late nights finishing reports for Arutha's court in the morning was becoming a way of life for him. He sighed and sprinkled sand on the page to dry the ink.
As he reached to put the cover on the inkwell, he felt time stop.