Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170724000238

Some months before she left for the Demon Realm to speak with the Maou, the Regent of Whitemarch, Lady Adelaide Grey, had extended her diplomatic relations with the leaders of several nations. Not wanting to stir controversy within her realm, several of these meetings were held in secret, the contents of the visits known to very few.

Tonight was one such meeting, and it couldn't have taken place during a more appropriate setting. It was two hours to midnight, and a slate-gray sky hung so low it reflected the dull glow of the city beneath, giving it a sickly silver sheen. Freezing rain fell lightly, just enough to discourage nighttime wanderers in the city; hardly a noise could be heard, save for the steady patter of ice on the windows and the occasional rumble. In the library of the topmost floor of Castle Wardenleigh, surrounded by books and lit by only two candelabras, Adelaide sat in a chair in the middle of the pool of light.

She idly flipped the pages of a book, awaiting a caller from a distant and shadowed land... 