Ocean of Ink (The Obsidian Academy Duet #1)

Year 822, Week 36 Avisa to Castien

Dear Castien,

Dinner is almost upon us, and I do not know if this letter will arrive before you take your leave. I hope it doesn’t, and you are forced to sit through the meal without knowing if I have responded.

To answer your question of ink: I write so much and so often that one color becomes a strain on my eyes. I interchange them during long bouts of writing to combat fatigue.

The price of my words is one that not even you could afford, pompous prince.

Since you do not deign to give a proper reply to my inquiries, I shall abstain from telling you what draws my attention away from your lackluster writing.

Regretfully,

Wren