Chapter 31 book 3 is live
Duty:
Today Brinnid would sail with the tide. He had finished his last business at the consulate, and, though absent Stewn’s careful watch, his trunks were aboard. He now waited impatiently in the downstairs receiving room for the gig to take him from the consulate to the docks.
Brinnid reached into his vest pocket for his watch, but he checked himself, moved to a pocket closer to his heart, and drew out a small case instead. He tripped its latch, and gazed at the portrait of Sedra inside. Once he put down the rebellion, he told the little painting, he would order a new royal yacht, and he’d name it the Queen Sedra. That was a grand gesture Sedra the woman would appreciate.
He closed the case. In its silver reflection, he saw a movement behind him and turned, expecting the consul.
The man by the doors was not the consul. In fact, judging by his dress, he was not anyone of any note at all. “Shall I call you Your Majesty, or ‘Lieutenant Murren’?” said the man in Traveler’s clothes.
Today Brinnid would sail with the tide. He had finished his last business at the consulate, and, though absent Stewn’s careful watch, his trunks were aboard. He now waited impatiently in the downstairs receiving room for the gig to take him from the consulate to the docks.
Brinnid reached into his vest pocket for his watch, but he checked himself, moved to a pocket closer to his heart, and drew out a small case instead. He tripped its latch, and gazed at the portrait of Sedra inside. Once he put down the rebellion, he told the little painting, he would order a new royal yacht, and he’d name it the Queen Sedra. That was a grand gesture Sedra the woman would appreciate.
He closed the case. In its silver reflection, he saw a movement behind him and turned, expecting the consul.
The man by the doors was not the consul. In fact, judging by his dress, he was not anyone of any note at all. “Shall I call you Your Majesty, or ‘Lieutenant Murren’?” said the man in Traveler’s clothes.
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