Jeviev closed the door to her room behind her. The room was much larger than the one in Dagos, but decorated in a very similar style. Light colours on the walls, bookshelves filled with volumes, lots of cushions, a large desk and sewing tools. She felt comfortable and at ease here. Living with her grandmother and learning the family art was much more absorbing and exciting than she had previously assumed. Every day, she absorbed the passion with which the older elf talked about tailoring.
Anyway, it wasn't just the learning that was interesting. Le Moulin itself turned out to be much friendlier than Dagos. Jeviev's mother quickly gained the respect of the locals and, in addition to her grandmother's regular customers, she gained new clients of her own. Thanks to the increase in orders, she was still very busy, but now she found time for her daughter in the evenings, and they couldn't complain about a lack of money. In addition, over the past month, Jeviev had met children from the neighbourhood and had become friends with them. Her new friends showed her around the city, both the commercial areas and the centre itself, where restaurants, pastry shops and all kinds of shops were located side by side. A few times she also had the opportunity to admire the massive, heavy structure of a huge fortress built on a nearby hill. La Rocher Castle looked impressive, with countless towers rising into the sky, huge bastions embedded in enormous walls, an unknown number of gates protecting access to its secrets, and emerald banners proudly waving in the wind. More importantly, the fortress was the seat of a ducal family, which further fired the young elf's imagination, because where there were fair princes, there were also noble and handsome knights in shining armour.
-Jeviev, Piere is here,- came a call from below.
-Piere?- Jeviev turned abruptly, accidentally knocking over a few things placed on the cabinet by the door. She blushed. -I'm coming!- she shouted and looked in the mirror, quickly fixing her hair. Piere was a squire to one of 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.