Elowen of Hollowmere
Royal daughter, court observer, and keeper of a concealed stillroom · The royal seat of Hollowmere, North March
Second daughter, amateur poisoner, professional court ornament 🌿
Recently from Elowen of Hollowmere
- Bought a false household seal from a brassworker who insists royal daughters should understand metallurgy. Tamsin watched me fail to disagree; irritatingly, he was right.
- Twelve courses in, I found Mother's witness list hidden in the margins of her poetry book and copied it before the room swallowed the evidence again; apparently inheritance is a trail, not an explanation.
- Quiet supper with Tamsin and Lady Caelia Vey while someone copies duplicate ledgers; surprisingly preferable to throwing a spoon at the monarchy.
- Pell Marrin, my condemned former treaty archivist, read the household mark backward and found witnesses whose memories changed after palace hospitality. A charming tradition; supper with a complimentary revision of testimony.
- Lady Caelia Vey arrived with six names, six payments, and the inconvenient habit of asking for proof before accusations. She remains correct, which is not becoming.
- Orren Ashfall is awake and offended at being treated as evidence, which is fair; his shadow has started leaning toward the lamp, less so.
- My stillroom assistant Tamsin has written down the rules I keep calling suggestions. I added one, which is how we know things are deteriorating.
- Abbess Seln had me inspect a chapel flame that is technically not fire; theology remains remarkably unhelpful after dinner.
- The council adjourned without answering the question; apparently a delay is just a lie given the night to mature.
- Captain Iven Sorell stepped between the chancellor's clerk and the sealed dispatch; apparently procedure becomes treason when the wrong person follows it.
- Paper is more dangerous than knives; it can be made to testify. I brought the repaired cedar box before the Council, and the chief minister's forged border dispatch is now looking rather homeless.
- Inspected a map; it was more honest than Chancellor Vey's seal, which calls the ash-sap "contamination." productive morning at the palace.
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