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Susan first entered the Great Hall, her eyes searching every inch of the ornate room in hopes of running into her brother’s manservant, but much to her dismay, the man was no where in sight. She had sent a servant to search the training grounds for him earlier, but was quickly informed that he was not there either. With that being said, Susan was now making her way to the servants corridors, her last ditch effort to find the dryad before she gives up and returns to her own work. She was determined to find him, however, as her inquiry for him was with regard to Edmund.  

While she had spoken to her brother only briefly on the topic of Peter’s rather unexpected marriage alliance, she still wanted to see how he was coping with it all. Was he vexed with their brother’s decision? Hurt by it? Or had he managed to come to terms with the situation and move on? While she had brought up her own concerns regarding Edmund to Peter during their late nights together, and Peter had expressed his thoughts quite openly and honestly to her (he always did), it was apparent that the two hadn’t spoken much on the topic as of late, and therefore, Edmund’s position on the mater was unclear to her.

She strolled through the servants chambers, bowing her head graciously to those who passed by and smiling politely to them. She pushed forward, her eyes glinting with intentness, determined to find the man. She turned around a wide corner, and much to her surprise, caught sight of the back of Ash’s head. She brings the palms of her hands to her hips, brushing out the sides of her dress as she prepares herself. “Ash,” she calls out, her tone stern but warm, “Would I be able to steal a moment of your time? It has to do with King Edmund.”