It didn't take long for Morena to write a letter for each house, each one different, catered directly to that house and even pointing out personalized issues they each faced that she could help them with.
They were sealed, and Adolf sent out riders before the moon was even properly in the sky. Morena didn't expect immediate replies, but by the third day Adolf entered her chambers with a stack of parchment, each one stamped with the wax of a different house.
Each one was a reply from the various houses she reached out to.
For the time being, she set aside the report she had been working on and reached for the letters, her fingers brushing across each seal before breaking them open one by one.
Out of all the replies she had gotten to her letters, only seven mattered.
Seven. A pitiful number in the grand scheme of things but one that mattered more than anything in this one moment.
