((A thank you to the other roleplayer involved in this scene, Vyntheran))
The Magister looked up from behind the desk when Ana approached him, tentatively. She did not want to do this, but she had to. It had been too long already, and she needed some kind of finality, some closure.
“Can I help you, Miss?”
She cringed inwardly at the title he’d addressed her as, but didn’t bother to correct him. After all, it would soon be true anyway, wouldn’t it?
She closed her eyes for just a moment and then placed the papers down on the desk, sliding them towards him, tapping her finger on the top sheet.
“I hope so. I’m not sure entirely what the … process is. But these are marriage papers.”
He’d looked at her, a little puzzled, and then asked the obvious, but when he did, the words still made her wince, her eyes prickling with tears that threatened to fall, but she’d steeled herself to do this, and she refused to lose her composure now.
“I’m sorry, if you don’t mind me asking, do you need a divorce or something else? Death registration, perhaps?”
Do not cry.
“Well, you see, that’s the problem. My husband has been … missing for some months now. I don’t know what to do.”
The man finished looking over the papers and then nodded at her words.
“My apologies for asking. It must be rough on you. The good news, however, is that I can help you. These new papers simply require your signature and you can be on your way with that which you wanted.”
And in her mind, a voice screamed. I don’t want this. She straightened her shoulders, took a careful breath in through her nose to steady both her composure and her voice and told him.
“I just have one thing to ask, if I may.”
He simply looked at her, eyebrow raised. ”Hmm?”
And although her hand was firmly clasped around both the wedding ring and soulstone hanging around her neck, the latter of which would almost guarantee that he never was completely gone, she told the Magister.
“I would like the reason that is stated on the dissolution papers to be this.”
She paused for a moment, chewing on her lip, before finishing.
“That Tindómiel Singsorrow is … dead.”