Saera opened up the sealed scroll she held in her hand. ‘Happy nameday my love’ read the top line in her fathers handwriting. She grinned softly as she carried on reading, tucking a lock of golden hair behind her ear.
Though given to the Faith as Maegelle was, Saera did not have Maegelle’s temperament. She ran away from the motherhouse where she was a novice and crossed the narrow sea. She was at Lys for a time, then Old Volantis, where she ended her days as the proprietor of a famous pleasure house.
Saera rested her chin on her knee’s as she hugged them to her chest. A perplexed expression on her face as her blue gaze remained fixed on the horizon. ‘You look just like your mother’ What did that mean? How did Pycelle know her mother.