Many moments passed as she tried to gather the courage to open the reply after seeing who it was from. Queen Laurelite… Laven swallowed thickly, hands shaking to the point she almost dropped the device on the floor but managed to sit down on the edge of her bed instead.
She had expected a General, or maybe even a Captian, to respond to the form she had sent in, someone mid-ranked on the totem pole that could point her in the right direction. But not a Sovereign and definitely not Queen Laurelite. Laven’s stomach churned as her mind ran through all the possible reasons that the application would have been declined.
I don’t understand why it would have been escalated so high up. Maybe it’s because even though I try to fulfill my quota it still comes in shy of the minimum requirements. Or maybe it’s because I’m still weak and not training hard enough. Oh god… could this be because I didn’t go to the meeting or tournament last summer? Did that kind of thing even go on your record?
Her mind reeled with all the possibilities to the point she actually considered deleting it and saying it happened by mistake, but she knew that doing that would only make things worse assuming she was in trouble. And so, after almost a half-hour of trying to gather the courage needed to open the reply, Laven tapped the screen and opened the message.
It took reading it, then re-reading it a second time, for her to really process what was being asked of her.
Queen Laurelite wants to meet with me? It felt a bit like a punch in the gut because nowhere did it mention what they were going to be talking about. The only thing she could assume was that given the subject line it was something regarding her request and just pray to whatever God that would listen that it wasn’t because she had done something wrong to get her application rejected.
Between 2 o’clock and 3 o’clock… Laven glanced over at her alarm which read 2:48.
“Oh s**t!” Quickly launching herself off the bed she scrambled to the door and haphazardly ran through the barracks hallway. Once outside she shifted to her water from for the extra boost in speed while sprinting through the courtyard and up the steps towards the castle entrance.
I’m going to be late! Lesson one on why you don’t wait to open a message from the queen. Had she just read it the moment her tablet notified her of the reply then she wouldn’t have landed herself in this mess.
When she got inside, Laven used the castle blueprints on her tablet to navigate her way through the first floor to the stairs that lead to the second floor. From there she walked at a more suitable pace, least someone with a stack of papers steps out of their office just for her to collide into them. That would be a horribly unfortunate thing to have happen and would probably get her punished for being reckless in a place such as this.
It was a little bit easier to figure out which office the Queen was in when she got within range to sense her signature. The sheer strength and power of it were enough to cause her to pause in cowardice, her hand stopping just a hair’s breadth away from the door she was about to knock on. For all the abnormal or terrifying things that have happened in the last two months, this moment undoubtedly ranked among the top three of that list which was only made worse because Wolframite hadn’t been there at the time to give her a quick etiquette run down on what to do and what not to say.
The Space Cauldron
The follow-up to Application Re: Glamour Backdated by 2-3 days (November 25-26th ish). Please let me know if this is suitable or if some edits should be made.