Chapter 218: The Muckraker.
Dearest Critic,
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As the end of the month approaches and the chill of winter lingers on the horizon, the noble circles are abuzz with events that are as tumultuous as they are intriguing. From the deepest forests to the grandest mansions, whispers of scandal and strife swirl through the air like autumn leaves.
The Battle Beneath the Trees
It is said that a hunting party, led by the venerable Lord Theodore, encountered far more than game in the dense, shadowy woods. While the noblemen sought to stockpile provisions for the coming winter, a sinister ambush awaited them. Dark forces, long believed to be mere legends, struck with ferocity. Those born without magic are now practising it and making hell out of it. The aftermath saw our gallant hunters return bruised and battered, their victories marred by wounds both physical and unseen. A tale as old as time, yet one must wonder what truly lurks in those ancient trees.
A King’s Concealment
At the recent burial of Miss Liza Statham, whispers spoke of a shadowy figure lurking in the periphery. King Salvadore himself, shrouded in secrecy, attended in disguise. His presence raises questions that beg for answers. What guilt does he carry, and why the need for such clandestine mourning? Rumors suggest a tumultuous relationship with the deceased, hinting at deeper royal intrigues and heartaches. They could not have known what killed her, could they?
A Family in Mourning
The Statham family, residing in their somber mansion, recently bid farewell to their beloved Liza. The ceremony was heavy with grief, and eyes were sharp with suspicion. Among those in attendance were the bereaved parents, a trio of sisters—Lydia, Mira, and Shi’Enz—each carrying their own burdens. Some speculate that Lady Mira may be with child, a beacon of hope amidst their sorrow. Yet, the season of joy is tainted by the shadow of loss but Liza just might come back as yet a first child, a first grandchild.