Chapter Four: Homecoming §1

December – 1022 YD
Gesula, Lenyol

Kesia reached to knock at Kengar’s door, a little out of breath, and the sun barely above the trees; a note under her door had informed of her uncle’s return. Her knuckles almost touched the wood when shrill shouting came from the rear of the house.
   ‘Don’t you walk away from me!’ Tàvae shouted. ‘For months I have tried—’
   ‘Get inside!’ ordered Kengar.
   Alarmed, Kesia skirted the house.
   ‘Can you not hear me? Do you not—’
   ‘I said get inside!’
   ‘You came outside to begin with, now you order me in?’ Continue reading “Chapter Four: Homecoming §1”

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Chapter Three: §3

Summer, 1014 YD
Alendae Palace, Lenyol

The coming-of-age ceremony at the temple had concluded, and Princess Régan prepared for her official presentation to the court at Alendae Palace. The guests, including the Custodin and Royal Consort, awaited her arrival in the Great Hall. Word was sent from her chambers as she made her way through the palace halls.
   The Duchess and High Duke of Alendae rose at the ringing of bells, and their guests did the same. High Priest Alsandul, greatly honoured, crossed to the doors. ‘The Princess Régan,’ he announced. Continue reading “Chapter Three: §3”

Chapter Three: §2

(Continued)
Offenure Castle, Lenyol

‘Régan!’ Custodin Màtac opened his arms to the closing doors and smiled. ‘I am pleased you could join us.’
   The Princess stood stiffly by the entry to the Dining Hall. She pushed her lips into a smile and walked slowly to the dining table, mahogany gown draping behind. ‘Thank you for sending mother; I must be reminded to eat at times.’
   Bridget ducked her head, receiving her daughter’s gratitude with as much sincerity as was given, and took her seat. The Custodin and Princess did the same, and pleasantries were exchanged. Continue reading “Chapter Three: §2”

Chapter Three: The Castle §1

December – 1022 YD
Offenure Castle, Lenyol

‘Régan?’ Royal Consort Bridget called for her daughter. ‘Régan?’
    Princess Régan flinched, waving her lady’s maid to the doors. The servant went quickly to them, pressing her weight against the heavy oak, admitting herself to the hall. ‘Your Royal Highness,’ she curtseyed, ‘the Princess is a little indisposed, though she is pleased to receive—’ the Consort brushed past— ‘you.’ Crimson, the poor maid laboured with the handle to close the door.
   ‘I am bathing, Mother,’ the Princess stated, keeping her back turned. ‘Perhaps you could leave me in peace?’ Continue reading “Chapter Three: The Castle §1”

Chapter Two: §6

October – 1022 YD
Gesula, Lenyol

The knocking on Tàvae’s door went unanswered. After several minutes of waiting, Kesia let herself in to a cold house.
__The fireplace stood black and empty, blankets strewn across the rug before it. Two candles were draped over their holders, let to die unsupervised. Kesia frowned and examined the rooms, of which there were few, before going to the library—the double-height, rounded room with shelves that spiralled the walls: her aunt’s pride and joy—but that, too, was unoccupied.  Continue reading “Chapter Two: §6”