In constructing a sentence that best defines my purpose for my voyage back to my homeland, convincing for a leave is a must. I’ve gone to the scullery, I have searched every nook and cranny and it seemed it had no trace of Lady Anda that she really went in here. Strange. Since she’s been carrying a life in her belly for about a couple of months now, she should be nourishing herself and as for nurturing the child within the womb of the chieftess. Alright, then. It looks like the cooking area is clear.

“Hmm?” I hum, as I denote whether: she should be doing some work in her post room or she is trying to ease her mind but that does mean not if I am aware that she is into knotting some clothes.

Alright, next stop - the knitting section. One down, two to go. Like I stated while I was contemplating. Lady Anda should remain resting herself since women during this state are languid, hyperventilating for such small tasks done or out of breath, sluggish to walk, and many to mention to. Lady Anda is no exception since she is a woman. Keeping her out from statesmanship and heavy laden work will make her healthy in some ways. And it is best for the child as well. That is, including who is present in this royal villa, especially the inner circles of the council; our job is to watch Lady Anda’s welfare.

“Is the chieftess here?” asking, whereas I open the door in half-shut before entering the chamber. The ladies are looking at me in a blank, listless stare.

“What? Why? What is going on?” I add in a nervous tone, because their glare perforates me through my chest - not even a slight treatment of greeting coming from them.

“Uhmm,... have you seen Lady Anda?” as I reiterate the words I used to speak of, trying to rephrase.

“Alright, this is so irky… hehehehe.” while thinking about it, this makes me very appalled - the only thing that they hear out of my mouth is my chuckle.

“What do you need?” one of the damsels looks at me and responds, while she is working on her scarf. Finally, a reply that I needed! But they seem to not recognize me. Such a shame, indeed.

“Madam, I would like to gain access to this room. Will you allow me to?” in a polite manner, even though she seems uninterested in my acknowledgment to her.

She sighs. She then stands on my feet. Stop at what she is doing. As she presents herself before my presence, treading towards the ingress. I can not blame her or them, per se, if this is the initial interaction with the likes of me. A demi-human. And a quarter stark of both orcish and elven lineage. The snobby lady is as of now in front of me with the get up on her face looks annoyed and boorish.

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“What do you desire to know, sire?” she subtly hides her rude tone, as she asks me what I have in this room, speaking in a monotonous rhythm.

“Uhm,... I am just requesting the whereabouts of Lady Anda… Did she come here?” I state my intention and I inquire for her afterwards.

She never answers my question where she then follows prying the ingress wide open. She glares at me in the eyes filled with distrust and annoyance. As far as I can assume that’s how I sense it. She treads back to where her post is. I remain still at the doorsteps where there are several eyes on me, watching me. Everyone is quiet during the staredown with these gals.

To break the tension, one of the ladies whom I spoke with, uttering: “Sire, are you going inside or whatnot?” as she tilts her head, focusing on me to where I am standing.

“Can I? Well, thanks for having me. Pardon my intrusion.” as I wink at one of the women, whereas they choir around in giggling.

“Ladies… ?” the tittering cuts short when the damsel whom I did interact with asks the ladies to do so, in just a word notch, the delivery seems imperative.

Then one-by-one; the gals who ensued the harmless banter soon ask for amends. They feel guilty just for that?!? Jeez! We have an authoritative figure within this chamber, as I can see. I march gently on each aisle. Carefully. It is because, I wonder, if I would make a small tinge on them or a tiny production of noise, I would probably get a nagging from the sneery lady. After scouring the entire area, there are no signs of Lady Anda coming here. On the other note, she should be here. Enjoying her time with the child inside her belly is a priority and is a must.

“Thanks for coming.” as the one of the ladies grabs me from my wrist, whispering.

“Oh! No problem with that, I guess… hehe.” I chuckle in response, as I am continuing to leave the room.

Kitchen is nowhere to be found, check. As for the embroidery room, the same results - Lady Anda is not here. Hence, the queen is really in her workroom as the man had stated a while ago. There is no time to waste. I dash straight towards the chamber of Lady Anda. In each stride, I match my respiration in a cadence motion. Left foot, breath. Right foot, exhale. Left foot, breath. Right foot, exhale. It takes me just an instant. Breaking no sweat and fixing my posture.

“Lady Anda, are you there?” asking, as I knock on the door three times.

“Come in!” I hear the response from the other side, Lady Anda is really here!

Without further notice, I storm inside. Never spending too much ado for this instance. The queen is sitting on her desk which I make Lady Anda startled when I rush and confront her. She asks: “What is the matter, Lord Geoff? What’s the urgency of barging this place aggressively?” whereas she brandishes the blade on her hand.

“I mean not being a threat, Lady Anda. Here is the letter…” as I place the missive on top of the desk of Lady Anda, whereas I leave right after.

“I will be right back.” as I am near the egress, sending regards before leaving the room - and Kehina.

Take care, Lady Anda. Goodbye for now. Lady Anda and Kehina.