Chatterbox: Inkwell

Does anyone want to do a story with me? I'll post a beginning just in case...

Tassa looked around nervously at the crowded inn. Sweat beaded her forehead and the palms of her hands as she waited at the designated rendesvous point, shifting on her feet uneasily. The letter in her hand bore the seal of Queen Dacie, and never before had she done anything so shady in her life. Her life. Oh, she used to be so happy, before she met Them. The ones who had chopped her dreams to mincemeat and scattered them to the four winds. Her instructions had been to deliver the parcel with no questions asked, and she'd live. That was always the bribe. "Do what we say and you survive." How Tassa wished that she were as brave as the legendary Princess. Brave enough to do what she believed was right, and not what people told her was. But if the Princess had the heart of a lion, Tassa had that of a mouse. A timid, frightened mouse.

Tassa heard a voice and looked up, almost squeaking in terror. It was one of Them. The handsome young man looked down at her with an expression that would seem to bystanders to be tenderness, but which sent Tassa a message. Give me the letter now! She gulped and handed it to him, hating herself for her weakness. He smiled evilly and melted back into the shadows, leaving no one but Tassa with the knowledge that he had been there at all.

Tassa sat down at a lonely table, dreary and morose, thinking words that she was glad no one else could hear. She sipped a meager cup of tea, grimacing at its bland taste. She sank into a deep reverie, retreating into herself to hide her shame.

"You there!" came a deep gruff voice.

Tassa sat up, awakened from her solitude. "Yes?"

A rather heavy red-faced man in a deep plum suit stood over her. "I am an official agent of the Crown, and you are under arrest for passing information to enemies of Queen Dacie!" he declared.

Tassa could only stare in horror.