Chapter Seven: §2

March – 1025 YD
Seaton, Miggest

The restoration of Pends would become legend, and the man who inspired trees to mature in a season, revived withered herds and flocks, and taught broken soil to hold water won himself the heart of the region.
__As the noblewomen turned their eye toward Vilsonius, Galluel guided him toward the young Duchess of Seaton. His quiet courtship of her was admired by the ladies of Court; news of their betrothal spread quickly, and within eighteen months of being dispatched to Pends his place in the peerage was secured.

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Chapter Seven: §1 Meanwhile, North

September – 1023 YD
Delus, Miggest

Some months after the inauguration of the Duke of Trialle, Vilsonius accepted the Custodia’s invitation to the region’s capital.
__He was admitted to the Great Hall and found it empty of attendants. Custodia Galluel sat on a platform above the vast space, leaning against the side of her throne, ankles crossed, bemusement folded in the corner of her mouth. The throne was ornate, and yet simpler than its Iulithan counterpart—here, the throne was low-backed, shallow and narrow enough for comfort, lined inside with a black bear pelt. The throne of his homeland was high, large, and cold.

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Chapter Six: §2

(Continued)
Gesula Temple, Lenyol

‘Congratulations, Kesia!’ Ànlisia held her daughter’s shoulders and kissed her forehead. ‘You did so very well. If only—’ she caught herself— ‘Oh, but you look beautiful.’
__ ‘She does indeed.’ Tàvae emerged from the crowd.
__ Kesia blinked as her aunt and uncle appeared by her mother. Kengar had returned occasionally over the last few years to continue her training, but half a year had passed since she had seen him last. She forgot her disappointment and threw herself on him.

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Chapter Five: §2

Winter – 1023 YD
Delus, Miggest

Two fires burnt on opposing walls of Delus Palace’s Great Hall, yet they barely took the edge from the deep chill of late winter. The Custodia stood before one of the fireplaces, her High Counsellor and High Commander by her side. Her face was grave indeed.
__‘How many were killed?’
__‘Four, Your Majesty. Three men and a boy.’
__She felt her throat constrict. ‘And the age of the boy?’ Continue reading “Chapter Five: §2”

Chapter Four: §4

December, 1022 YD
Lirna, Lenyol

Princess Régan arrived at Lirna Palace in the evening, four days after departing the capital. The journey had been hot and rough, and she was relieved to be received by the Duchess in the outer gardens. The Princess alighted the carriage; the Duchess, Lady Ione, took the Princess’ arm and guided her inside, along a series of beautiful staircases into to the Dining Hall. It was cool, set with a fine meal, and free from servants.

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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”

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”