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Little did Roen know when she took the gold-gilded blue envelope from the mail moogle, the contents it would hold within. She read it thrice before she put it down, disbelief slowly giving way to excitement and trepidation. Â
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Sultansworn.
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The letter was asking her intent to become a Sultansworn - the very reason she came to Ul'dah! How could her answer be anything other than a very enthusiastic Yes?Â
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Just the smallest bit of pause was given when she sat down to write a formal response, however. Other than the fact that the letter would be read by Her Grace Nanamo Ul'namo, Roen recalled something her friend Nazeru had said. Naz was a Free Paladin, and she was free to follow her heart as long as she held to her Oath. She told Roen that the Sultansworns were instead bound by Oath to the Sultana.
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But from all that she had seen of the Sultansworns, Roen believed that the Sultana only had the wellbeing of her people in mind - and her people included her adopted family, the Deneiths, who had saved her life. And she considered herself an Ul'dahn. To serve Ul'dah would be to serve her family, and the people she saw every day.
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Her hand was still frozen above the page, unable to begin. It was partly from fear. This letter would be read by Her Grace, Nanamo Ul'namo herself. Roen was never comfortable with the written word, especially since she was not a native to Eorzea. Would she appear overenthusiastic through a clumsy choice of words?
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She sought out Natalie first, who answered her with a delighted laugh and an embrace. Her advice was simple: Be honest, and speak from the heart.
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Her heart still felt as if it was being constricted by chains of apprehension, however, she could not just write how she felt. This letter needed to be perfect.
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Luckily, Roen ran into Siben Farnesworth, who himself boasted that his loquacious nature gave him a robust vocabulary. That was good enoughfor her. He had more than a few fancy words to offer, and she eagerly accepted his help.
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Roen sat at the desk within her room in the Quicksand, her eyes scanning the letter she had written in response. It was written with a careful hand. She may not be good in choosing the words, but at least her calligraphy had always had been praised by her teachers. She read the words over again, hearing Siben's voice in them. It sounded intelligent. Highbrow almost. Was it her?Â
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And was it honest?
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Roen paused before signing her name at the bottom.Â
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She wrote the letter again, from the beginning.Â
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"Another letter for you,kupo!"
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Little did Roen know when she took the gold-gilded blue envelope from the mail moogle, the contents it would hold within. She read it thrice before she put it down, disbelief slowly giving way to excitement and trepidation. Â
Â
Sultansworn.
Â
The letter was asking her intent to become a Sultansworn - the very reason she came to Ul'dah! How could her answer be anything other than a very enthusiastic Yes?Â
Â
Just the smallest bit of pause was given when she sat down to write a formal response, however. Other than the fact that the letter would be read by Her Grace Nanamo Ul'namo, Roen recalled something her friend Nazeru had said. Naz was a Free Paladin, and she was free to follow her heart as long as she held to her Oath. She told Roen that the Sultansworns were instead bound by Oath to the Sultana.
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But from all that she had seen of the Sultansworns, Roen believed that the Sultana only had the wellbeing of her people in mind - and her people included her adopted family, the Deneiths, who had saved her life. And she considered herself an Ul'dahn. To serve Ul'dah would be to serve her family, and the people she saw every day.
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Her hand was still frozen above the page, unable to begin. It was partly from fear. This letter would be read by Her Grace, Nanamo Ul'namo herself. Roen was never comfortable with the written word, especially since she was not a native to Eorzea. Would she appear overenthusiastic through a clumsy choice of words?
Â
She sought out Natalie first, who answered her with a delighted laugh and an embrace. Her advice was simple: Be honest, and speak from the heart.
Â
Her heart still felt as if it was being constricted by chains of apprehension, however, she could not just write how she felt. This letter needed to be perfect.
Â
Luckily, Roen ran into Siben Farnesworth, who himself boasted that his loquacious nature gave him a robust vocabulary. That was good enoughfor her. He had more than a few fancy words to offer, and she eagerly accepted his help.
Â
Roen sat at the desk within her room in the Quicksand, her eyes scanning the letter she had written in response. It was written with a careful hand. She may not be good in choosing the words, but at least her calligraphy had always had been praised by her teachers. She read the words over again, hearing Siben's voice in them. It sounded intelligent. Highbrow almost. Was it her?Â
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And was it honest?
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Roen paused before signing her name at the bottom.Â
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She wrote the letter again, from the beginning.Â
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