Cissa was getting ready to head to the meeting when a soldier informed her that there was a message for her. Curious, she summoned the young Duermon messenger, who handed her the letter. Recognizing Lord Janaam’s seal, she quickly opened the letter and read it.
To the honorable Lady Cissa Tenya,
Due to a rather unforeseen event that has befallen us, we have had no choice but to postpone today's meeting. Please accept our most sincere apologies for the inconvenience this may cause, we hope to resume all peace talks on the morrow.
Sincerely,
Lord Janaam Acesta
PS. Please be vigilant tonight, I fear for your safety and well-being.
She reread the message to make sure she read it correctly. A terrible incident? That didn’t bode well. “Do you know what happened in your camp?” she asked the Duermon, who shook his head.
“No, my lady,” was his reply. He moved closer to her and whispered, “However, there is confusion in camp. Many believed that something terrible happened to Ilon since no one has seen him, but Lord Janaam and the others won’t say anything. When Lord Janaam handed me the letter, he seems quite troubled.”
“I see.” She sat down at her writing table and began writing a response. When she finished, she sealed the letter and handed it to the Duermon messenger. He bowed and took his leave. As soon as he left, she immediately set out to inform the others. They were on their horses waiting for her when she told them the bad news.
“It got cancelled?” Lady Gusenya sniffed. “Maybe the rumors are true and they don’t wish for peace.”
“I highly doubt it. They have more to lose than us. Besides, my sources have told me that the Duermons didn’t seem like they’re preparing for war in their camp.” Lord Putra looked at Cissa concernedly. “Did Lord Janaam tell you why the meeting was postponed?” She shook her head so he sighed. “I see. Well then, what should we do then?”
“We’ll prepare for the meeting tomorrow,” she decided. “Look things over and figure out what we can concede and what issues we need to push. Oh, heighten security as well. If something bad has happened in the Duermon camp, we most likely face something similar soon.”
Everyone nodded and went off to their separate ways. Lord Putra set off to give orders to the soldiers while Lady Gusenya went off with some of the men to inspect the camp border. Cissa watched approvingly as everyone helped out. She was about to head back to her tent to look through some important documents when she sensed someone was watching her. Turning her head toward the source of unease, she was surprised to find it to be her nursemaid. Normally she wouldn’t have thought too much about it, but the way Vienya was staring at her troubled her. It was similar to how a cat stared at a mouse; the old woman was staring at her hungrily as if she was anticipating the chance of catching her.
Feeling suddenly apprehensive, Cissa quickened her pace and headed to her tent. As she flipped through her papers, she realized that her hands were trembling with fright. Likewise she couldn’t concentrate at all and kept looking at the hourglass anxiously. Based on what Janaam wrote in his letter, he still wanted to meet with her tonight. Cissa prayed that nothing bad will happen until then.