All Chapters of Will Bear the Moon: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

*Belinda*Belinda tapped her quill on the desk as she looked at the letter. It was somewhat of a little feat to retrieve it off of Post Master Nettle without anyone the wiser. But of course, Julia had managed. Belinda could count on her for things like this.But getting the letter into her hands was one thing. Now was the question of what could be done with it. What was Belinda going to do? Briefly, she regarded Nicoli’s hand script on the envelope. It had improved.Even I can see that. Belinda had to admit. But the reason it had to do with that bastard child, only soured her mood further. Belinda tapped her quill with more force. She was practically stabbing into the desk’s wood now. The quill’s nip got duller as small chunks of wood came up.“My Queen,” Julia broke the silence at last. “We can no longer delay the letter. They will check and wonder why it hasn’t been sent.”“I’m well aware of the time frame, Julia.” Belinda glanced over at her. Julia bowed with a quick apology. But

*Ana*“Thank…you.” I barely feel my lips move to make a sound as I draw quiet at the sight of the blue wax seal. Dawny’s royal stamp is pressed deeply into it.It’s here. I breathe softly. I thought it’d never… I’m suddenly weightless.Deep shallow breaths fill my ears before my hand raises. The letter shakes in my hand. I can feel the weight of it. It’s real.It’s here. I can barely believe it is here.“Nicoli.” Just thinking of his name makes my heart jitter.I thought you wouldn’t…that I lost…“Nicoli has written to me.” The words can no longer stay inside. I breathe again.“Oh, Cousin!” I rush to see Mykhol.“It’s finally here!” I find myself leaping forward and hugging Mykhol in joy.“I thought he would never write to me again.”“Oh,” Mykhol stiffens ever slightly, but he still smiles. “How wonderful for you.” “It is- I never thought- My paper-knife?” I let go, turning to Naska."Heh?" Naska blinks, caught off guard. She looks after me, or, more at my smile, with a perplexed exp

\*Ana*It is only when I hear Mykhol’s footsteps walk away that I can finally drop my shoulders. Now alone, I can feel the aftermath of the argument sting my ears. But I had to do it. I needed to.I can’t let Mykhol see this, holding the letter closer. No, I can’t bear anyone else to see what this letter is.I only read a few more sentences to know that much. “And what I still have to read,” I whisper knowing the task is not yet over.I walk exhausted to the window. At that moment, the sun peaks out from the clouds to shine down a scatter of rays. One ray finds my skin and I can’t help but stay to steal its’ warmth. It brings life into my cold skin.I didn’t realize it but I am much colder in the now-empty room. The fire still burns but it’s like the heat can not reach me. Like a wall is erected around me that can let nothing through. Only the sun can.But even there, it does not last. Shadows fall over me again as I look up to see the greedy clouds back at it. The grey wintery clouds

*Ana*I make no reaction as the short knock follows the door opening. In truth, I’ve been waiting. I happened to catch the posthorse from the window below some time before. And I knew it wouldn’t be long till the knock would follow.Though, I hoped today would be different. That today, there would be nothing for me. But seeing Aunt Funda come in with the silver tray in hand, leaves me with no doubt. I barely need to flick my eyes over from the window to know. I can already see the blue in the glass’s reflection. My eyes linger on it and then past to find my own reflection. An expressionless face regards me, cooly. At this point, at the age of twelve, I have become better able to conceal any if all my emotions. And even now, I still have that control. I barely lift a brow as I see her move to set the letter down on my desk.“Another letter from Dawny, your Empress.” Aunt Funda informs, looking at me via the window’s reflection. Her posture is perfect and straight, emphasizing her tow

*King Alexander*King Alexander was stumped. And when he looked to advisors for some possible insight, maybe a different point of view, he met with the same expression. They seemed just as perplexed. Everyone at the table seemed to be at a loss for words. Everyone, that is, except the very Prince Nicoli. He seemed completely unbothered. But Alexander had a suspicion as to why that might have been. Despite the very reason Nicoli was supposed to be here to learn, the boy was not paying attention. No, Alexander watched his son. His son was most definitely not paying attention as he watched him. Nicoli sat next to his father with a book in front of him. But he was not reading it. Instead, Nicolli was drawing bear doodles over the pages. I pity his tutors. Alexander grimaced. Those poor tutors tried their best, but it could only go so far. Nicoli still had no interest in learning. Instead, he seemed to prefer daydreaming over anything.It’s either that or writing another letter. Alexa