[ Left by Alicent's door sometime during the month, a note with no name attached: ]
HATE TO BOTHER YOU WITH SOMETHING SO TRIVIAL AS LOST AND FOUND, PRETTY GIRL, BUT THIS RING'S MISSING AN OWNER.
[ And, accompanying it, a ring β delicate flowers of gold formed into a band. As the month progresses, it becomes clear that it doesn't actually belong to anyone here.
Then again, maybe it's already with the person it's meant for. ]
[ Itβs the sort of message that she would have found annoying, if it had been signed. That pretty girl, a reductive assessment, if not for being tucked inside a more thoughtful consideration of her time. (And the care to return a ring when all the guests can afford finer replacements.)
She turns the ring over in her palm and finds herself reluctant to return it to its owner β whoever she may be. For once, she doesnβt even text Silco about the find, instead tucking it inside her vanity drawer. ]
π¦ delivery.
Then again, maybe it's already with the person it's meant for. ]
πΉ β interlude.
She turns the ring over in her palm and finds herself reluctant to return it to its owner β whoever she may be. For once, she doesnβt even text Silco about the find, instead tucking it inside her vanity drawer. ]