The Ireem Chronicles

While wandering around the castle grounds today, I was slipped a piece of paper..even I have no idea who it came from as they disappeared as suddenly as they handed it to me, but I feel everyone should see this:

- Tre

Dear sister,

It is with great distress that I tell you this; I am locked in the palace harem.

Lancelot, that blasted, winged knight, has followed through on his threats to gift me to the Sultana. I have not spoken to her yet. Her lackey, Olivea, collected me and locked me in this gilded cage. And then left me here, with orders to serve the knight in his bath.

Bathing knights! This is what has become of me!

I hear that Damien does not wish for me to obtain my freedom. I can only imagine what he thinks to gain by me being at the beck and call of the Sultana.

Sister, I warn you... I have the feeling she does not wish to simply punish me for that misbegotten attempt to kidnap her. Nor does she seem to think I would make a proper harem slave (thank Satan for small mercies). And truly, I am too much trouble to try to train as a cook or housemaid, when those kinds of servants are a dinar a dozen.

You must realize, that they have something terrible in store for me to do.

I am no danger, really, in the catacombs. A little trivial mayhem, nothing serious, a killing here or there, maybe a small war or two started. But I am afraid of the destruction that will be created if I am not rescued. Under the control of the palace, who knows what terrible things I will be required to do?

I may be Undead, but even I have limits for what horrors I can stomach.

Sister, if there is any love left in you for me at all, please do what you can to free me.

In horrifying boredom,
You sister,
Anneliese