I remain silent, since I have nothing to say about those words. He chuckles when the silence prevails, and it sounds rueful. “Rosalina told me you demand we restore the fame of your House.” “That is correct.” I say, and turn my head to the look at the several bottles placed on the side table of hi
“Be that as it may.” The Emperor says at length “I shall grant all your demands, so long as you pledge your loyalty to the House of Devereaux.” A pledge of loyalty. One that would tie my life to the one on the throne. Of course, the old man wants to ensure I can never escape their hold. The bonds t
He laughs at that, a quiet guffaw “That would be just fine, Lord Sigmond.” … By the time I feel composed again, the sun has already gone down. I brush my hair back from my forehead, letting out a long breath. “You fight well.” I set aside the practice sword in my hand Across the training ground,
For a long moment, I can only stare at her, dumbfounded. I’m very sure it’s around 11 in the night. “You’re still awake, My Lady.” I find myself saying She rolls her eyes at that, though the smile stays “Not at all. Didn’t you know I can sleep with my eyes open too?” “It’s late.” I walk over to w
“I did not know you’d become familiar with the kitchens so soon, My Lady.” “If by soon, you mean a few hours ago, then yes.” Dinah holds her cup in both hands “The staff at this palace is nice enough to make me suspicious sometimes.” Indeed. Though it’s likely because this place is under Lukas’ au
I know for a fact that My Lady wouldn’t stand being pushed away from the forefront, so the only way she can be so mildly affected by it must be because— “You caught me.” Dinah gives me a bright smile, eyes gleaming “I talked to Lukas. He said we’ll figure out a way around it.” I can’t stop the fli
Dinah smiles and pushes another one towards me “I can’t have you grow weak and tired, can I? You need to be in good health if you’re going to be of any use to me.” “That’s harsh, My Lady.” Another biscuit. “The world is harsh, Zen.” She picks up one for herself then “I’ve been meaning to ask. Do
“Don't you have work to get to?" I put my hands on my hips, glaring down at the person laying on the couch, hands under his head and eyes blissfully closed. Zen opens his eyes just enough to look up at me indolently, with obviously no intention of moving. "I'm taking a day off, My Lady." He says,