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57 - Hiding in my Bed

Misahis’s office and rooms were a tiny chip of Haiu Menshir embedded in the body of the Marble Palace. It was off the administrative wing but high enough that his windows looked out over the lake and the green forest. He had gotten the glass frosted so that when they were closed the blues and greens blurred and one could imagine it truly was Haiu Menshir outside. The windows were open a few

56 - I am inviting you.

Kaita was totally silent. When we were out of earshot I said quietly. “Kaita, you might wish to use the Lesser Baths to get him cleaned up.” His suite was on the other side of the baths I had seen as my own until now. I left a trail of bloody footprints and splashes on the floor behind me.“This one… this one thanks you, Spark of the Sun’s Ray,” she whispered and ran ahead of me as I walked down

55 - A Nice Gesture My Son

[Author's Note: Warning... graphic content.]Kaita took my brother off my lap and I slid down the steps, barely hesitating as Binshala offered me slippers. The quiet space in my suite was shattered just so quickly, Father’s rage howled into my bedroom like a rabid dog chewing through a door. “The infant Coronet Regal is demanded as well.”So Kaita, carrying my little brother, and I followed the

Author's Note: A hiccough

Hey guys, sorry to do this to you but something has come up. I have no post tonight. I'll do an extra next week.

54 - Waiting for the Storm's Full Fury

I hid in the library next day. Outside the library the whole Palace was full of the threat of Father’s rage and upset. Mahid dragged almost a full ten of slaves downstairs from his suite for flogging or other punishment. I heard from Antras later, that servants lost their positions for ‘clumsiness’, ‘laziness’, ‘being too slow’ and even ‘I don’t like your look.’Ailadas found me there and I

53 - There is nothing I can't do!"

Father was fascinated with Shefenkas, if not exactly for the same reasons I was. As the war progressed, the Rejins washing into the centre of the country, gutting their resistance, Father had him into dinner quite often. I got very good at scrambling up into my listening spot.In evening after evening, I received a political education, listening to Father and Shefenkas talk. They talked about

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52 - The Big Presentation

The trumpeters were out in force next morning, parading the call through the city that there would be a presentation at noon. The orators on the corners repeated the same message and callers on skates as well. It was a cacophony that drowned out the Imperator’s chime and the clock-tower, as people realized it was a half-holiday and began preparing to close their businesses.The whole ceremony

51 - Threatened by the Blob

I held onto -- Ilesias -- even as a slave slid a chair behind me so I could sink into it, the three little pages arranging the train of his presentation gown artfully around my knees.“Oh I like that pose,” Father said. “But I still like the look of you standing. Haiksilias will cope with it and can complain all he wants.” I still didn’t understand what He was talking about. Why had Father

50 - A Red Blob in Gold Lace and Topazes

My school-room was quiet, the remaining Companions diligently working at their desks. I wasn’t sure they were being so industrious and careful out of fear of losing their places or out of gratitude for Ilian and his friends losing theirs. I thought I might ask the youngest some casual questions soon.I closed my musical composition book where I was copying “A Harpist’s Libretto” in preparation for