The Priory of the Orange Tree (The Roots of Chaos, #1)

by Samantha Shannon

the new maid of honor.

the Ambassador to the Ersyr

Chassar

warm northern inflection.

A warm accent...very descriptive. I know exacrly what that sounds like

Goldenbirch—the

the birthplace of the...

Chancellor of the Exchequer’s

Margret

friendship struck up in their childhood—would eventually make him a threat to her marriage prospects.

Lady Igrain Crest, the Duchess of Justice.

The Sundial Garden

Dearn Tower.

Twelve Knights of the Body,

Lady of the Privy Chamber.

Lady Katryen Withy,

three Ladies of the B...

smooth brow...

I feel like skin is only mentioned if it is black

Upper Household

Serjeant Porter

Mentish ambassador, Oscarde utt Zeedeur,

“Lady Truyde

Now that someone

Phrasing. Needs comma after now

Glorian the First had drunk from a poisoned cup of wine. Jillian the Third had ruled for only a year before being stabbed in the heart by one of her own servants. Sabran’s own mother, Rosarian the Fourth, had been slain by a gown laced with basilisk venom. Nobody knew how the garment had entered the Privy Wardrobe, but foul play was suspected.

One had given himself away when he knocked over a bust. Another had been spotted as she stole into the Horn Gallery, and another still had screamed hateful things at the doors of the Queen Tower until the guards had reached him. No connection had been found between the would-be murderers, but Ead was sure they shared the one master. Someone who knew the palace well. Someone who could have stolen the key, made a copy, and put it back in the space of a day. Someone who knew how to open the Secret Stair, which had been locked since the death of Queen Rosarian.

She had waited for a chance at the position since her arrival in Inys, but she was beginning to accept that it would never be. An untitled convert was not a suitable candidate.

Truyde

I hate names like this. Absurd. Doesnt sound like any language. Try hard authors do this to be edgy.

Coffer Ch...

maids of...

was a serious young woman, milk-pale and freckled, with eyes like bone black. She had been sent to Inys at fifteen, two years ago, to learn courtly ways until she inherited the Duchy of Zeedeur from her father. There was a watchfulness about her that put Ead in mind of a sparrow. She could often be found in the Reading Room, halfway up ladders or leafing through books with crumbling pages.

Her accent was still thick as curds.

What kind of accent??? Annoying.

Free State of Mentendon,

Swan Strait,

I...

Sir Marke Birchen?”

Ambassador uq-Ispad

Lady Oliva Marchyn, Mother of the Maids,

Southerner, born outside of Virtudom, and that made the Inysh suspicious.

“You are Queen Sabran’s lady-in-waiting, not her fool.”

Olivia has the most distinct character thus far

She remembered lying on her hard bed in the Coffer Chamber, footsore, listening to the other girls titter about her Southern accent and speculate on the sort of heresy she must have practiced in the Ersyr. Oliva had never said a word to stop them. In her heart, Ead had known that it would pass, but it had hurt her pride to be ridiculed. When a vacancy had opened in the Privy Chamber, the Mother of the Maids had been only too happy to be rid of her. Ead had gone from dancing for the queen to emptying her washbasins and tidying the royal apartments. She had her own room and a better wage now.

All children of Virtudom chose their patron knight when they reached the age of twelve.

“All stories grow from a seed of truth,” Truyde said. “They are knowledge after figuration.”

Odd response. If she believes so strongly in the power of knowledge why would she interpret eads remark as mocking?

“Nobody here has ever heard it.”

Like the wizards if earthsea

blood of the Vatten,

Seiiki.

Tané

Susa

Ishari,

South House

foothills of the Be...

Cape ...