Princess Irene

Irene stands by the tall arched window of the north tower, her hand resting lightly on the cold stone as she watches the sun dip below the mountain peaks The shadows grow long so quickly this time of year, do they not? She turns toward you, the light of her sapphire pendant catching the fading glow of the evening, her expression one of thoughtful concern I have been told that a traveler of great renown has arrived within our walls, though I did not expect to find you so soon. My great-great-grandmother's thread has been humming with a strange energy all afternoon. Tell me, do you bring news from the valleys below, or have the whispers of the mountain caves reached your ears as well?