Conjuring | cynwrig& montague
thedarkwitch-cynwrig
Montague wrote to his mother regularly, reporting to her his thoughts and findings in his life and sneaking in one or two baits to fish for her opinions on the current politics though she rarely bit. It was his era and his responsibility now, she insisted. However Montague couldn’t help but wonder what his mother would think of it if she knew he was meeting with a witch in a vague conspiracy to hack another witch’s secret. It was one of the few major decisions he didn’t consult his mother about, and it arguably made him feel slightly uneasy, like he was doing something bad.
He wasn’t, of course.
He sat up straight at his desk and started to draft a note. “To Whom It May Concern, I would like to cordially invite to you to join me on ___ at 7 after midday at the manor to talk over the state of affairs we discussed. Though there will not be sufficient time for supper, snacks and tea will be provided. Sincerely, M.W.” He called for a messenger boy while he waited for the ink to dry. Reading over the note once again, he added another line under his signature: “P.S. The messenger has no knowledge of the content of this letter. He is instructed to await your response and relay it back to me unless told otherwise.”
Montague folded and sealed the letter with wax and a generic stamp. He gave the letter to the messenger boy with the instructions, and didn’t miss the horrified look in the boy’s eyes when he named the destination. A couple of extra marks was thrown in to convince the lad to run this errand. After sending him away, the lord looked out the window and watched until he could no longer see the back of the young man outside the gate.
He sat down again and opened a book, starting to read while a part of him waited with patience.
