“Thank you. When— “In exchange of your joining me for dinner, of course.” Arzen says with a sly smile No. No. It’s not worth it if I throttle him. “That invitation is for me and my soulmate both, I hope?” I ask with a stiff smile “Zepherin is rather busy these days, resolving matters of His Hous
“Don’t be so stunned.” The Empress waves a hand “All the High Houses are, more or less, related. Either by ties of blood, or by choice.” “I see,” I say, wiping all my thoughts from my face “I’m glad to hear that. As long as the High houses remain united, we could get to the bottom of this curse and
“A banquet at this time?” Ever since the expedition, there hasn’t been much to do than to wait for either the contents of the note book Dinah found to be revealed, or for a new case to come up so the body can be collected. My plans for today had been to do nothing, but right after breakfast, a mes
I leave them to do their thing, and walk over to the wall displaying rows and rows of weapons. I’ll admit that I didn’t expect to see high grade weapons in the royal stronghold, of all places, where the instinct strength of the bloodline is given more importance than battle skills. “Oy, Sigmond,” D
“Are you immortal?” Arryn asks seriously and bluntly I’m just very hard to kill, “No, I’m not.” “This doesn’t make any sense,” Gabriel mumbles to himself, then louder “You’re Zepherin Sigmond! You’ve fought off a whole 100 witch apprentices by yourself and still lived!” I stare at the three of th
“Keeping staring for a bit longer and you’ll transform into a poet.” I don’t bother looking at the person whose footfall my ears had caught ever since he entered the hallway. “I might. I can say nothing in the matter of the results.” I say evenly Lukas steps in my felid of vision, blocking the vi
From what I could tell, the Emperor would’ve wanted for his daughter to take the throne after him. Personally, I think the Empress Regent has the makings of a general, rather than a king. “Can’t the Regent Empress put in a good word for you to the Emperor?” “Rosalina might be the Emperor’s favorit
The old woman was shaking with anger. Sure enough, in all her years, no one must’ve handed her a tiny bottle and told her that one spoonful of poison was enough to kill, and painlessly at that. She opened her mouth, likely to curse at me, but I spoke before she could. “You wanted death to be a mer