the lesser nobles, learning the knightly craft. In addition, the young elf was very handsome, and Jeviev liked him. The girl hoped that the feeling was mutual. She fixed her hair once more and ran out of the room, jumping over the things she had knocked over a moment ago.
The door to the room closed behind the elf. The light from the window, as the day drew to a close, illuminated the things scattered on the floor. Fortunately, the box of thread remained closed and did not spill out spools and needles. In addition to it, various pieces of fabric, a book, writing utensils, several blank sheets of paper with a few unfinished sentences on one of them, and an unopened letter had also fallen. The envelope, addressed in neat dragon runes, landed next to three other such letters, only one of which was open and ended with the phrase Your friend, Draco.
