Demands

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Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Odense Apprentice
    Glacia Kaeleer
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Demands
« on: April 28, 2019, 05:28:05 PM »

Sweat froze to her body where it was allowed to touch the air. Cheeks and nose brittle. Lashes weighed down by crystalized tears. Toes damp in her woolen socks, buried deep in her fur boots. Since her skirts had grown sodden, and then heavy with frost, Iskra had hiked them up around her waist and bound them with some twine dug out of a trash heap.

She marched back to the house down a rut in the road. Red nose stuck in the air to let the people she passed know she was ignoring them. Most of her hidden beneath a hood and hat. A scarf drawn over her scowling lips. She’d undone the top two buttons of her coat when she’d grown too hot, but now her mittened fingers were incapable of doing them back up, so a chill rushed down her front.

It made her nipples hard, which caused them to rub, and annoy Iskra on a whole new level.

Grunting at the footman who opened the door, Iskra stepped on his toes on her way in. It was accidental and unnoticed, since he swallowed his grimace and backed away with a bow. She shed as she walked, swift Sapphire probes hunting out Eydis. Mittens pawing the scarf from her face. Teeth dragging a mitten from her hand. She dropped what she removed, clothing vanishing before it actually touched the ground. Leaving a trail had proven to be incriminating and foolhardy. Everyone always knew where she had ended up.

”Lady!” Iskra barked, shaking out her coat and dropping it in the back of a chair. The greeting was followed by nothing while she wrestled her skirts loose. The knot took some picking as it, nose wrinkling as she bent over and caught a whiff of it. ”Gross.” She hissed to herself. That she lobbed at a waste basket, dusting her skirts off to no avail. They were probably ruined. Good thing she had more.

”I was thinking,” she began, running her fingers through the mess of her hair. She really needed to get it cut. ”I’d like to try the sex thing.” Iskra finished, eyes hard as she watched her mentor, one of anyway. Her hands settled on her hips, elbows jutting imperiously at her sides.

Eydis Greenstone

    Red to Ebon-gray
  • Queen
  • Played By: Jones

    Mom of Glacia
    Glacia Kaeleer
    13 Posts    107 marks
Re: Demands
« Reply #1 on: April 29, 2019, 03:08:48 AM »

When ice storms gathered over the bay there would be a charge in the air over Odense. Unseen as it approached. An undercurrent that put people on edge and made animals skittish. Even old Grim would ruffle on his perch. Stoic as the salty sea eagle tended to be. They could all smell the warning int the air. Much as they did now. Guards shifting uneasily as they paced their rounds. What rippled across the city today was only a figurative storm, however. Or, at least not one that would sweep in on them from the ocean.

Before the front door closed Eydis was already slipping her house shoes on. With a slight sigh she eased up from the chair at her desk. Back sore from long hours over paperwork. But it eased quickly with each step she took. Down the hall, passed private bedrooms and faces that smiled in greeting. She did not have to be told that Iskra was home.

Though a bright eyed escort in training jogged over to tell her just that. ”Yes, I noticed. Thank you,” She said. Giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder before walking right by. Of all the people under her roof, this girl was the most unpredictable. Eydis did so love a challenge. That in and of itself was reason enough to call her apprentice. But there was also the fact that this young woman held the potential to reach as far into the Abyss as Eydis had. To pluck the Ebon-gray from Mother’s Nights favor, and hopefully offer Odense a modicum of continuity when the time came.

She was a runner though. Darkness take them Glacia seemed to be raising temperamental brats by the dozen these days. Even her own little boy had grown up just to leave. At least Iskra had run to them, not from. ”Yes, Lady.” She answered only once she had come within easy speaking distance. Meeting her apprentice in a cozy sitting room for their private use. ”What on earth is that smell? Have you been rolling in the mud flats?” She chuckled.

Unprepared for such a blunt statement Eydis had to ward off a coughing fit. Laughter hitching her breath in her lungs as she looked over the young queen. Every inch of her determined to stand by the words. As if she expected Eydis to refuse. ”About time, I suppose.” She said, leaning against a tall backed chair. Arms folded over its top she grew thoughtful. ”The question is  are you telling me, or asking me to help arrange something? You’re a healer, I can’t imagine you need much of a biology lesson.” Who could say, though? The girl had left mother, the person most young women would turn to when considering their Virgin Night.

Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Odense Apprentice
    Glacia Kaeleer
    84 Posts    2486 marks
Re: Demands
« Reply #2 on: April 29, 2019, 05:46:22 AM »

Eydis’ easy manner forced Iskra into modulating her tone. The volume dropping, though there was still a strident note in her defensive, ”No!” Tramping through them, but not rolling. Iskra was quite good at not tripping over her own skirts, even if she still managed to ruin them. Her shoulders rolled, as if she were shaking off another coat. Or trying to shed the smell that had followed her in.

She needed confidence just then, not left over stink from thawing mud and rotting twine. It needed said. She had decided on her walk, all her emotions bubbling up and giving her indigestion. Iskra was a healer. She knew the real reason her throat felt raw was that and not from the cry or shouting she’d done on her walk. She found it helpful to get her thought out of her head. That way she could put them back in again in the right order.

And then share her wisdom with others. Eydis’ reaction not at all what Iskra had been expecting. Her eyes narrowed, fingers digging into the skin at her hips. Which was buried under three layers and hardly felt the pinch. ”You do?” Shoulders sagging, the wind went dead in Iskra’s sails. Why hadn’t anything been said then? Iskra very nearly shouted, but Eydis was giving her that look that promised more words were coming, so it was best if she shut up and listened.

”No.” Her face wrinkled in distaste. Just another of the many facets of Iskra that promised she would be no great diplomat. Or any sort of diplomat. She wore her feelings freely on her sleeve when she wasn’t shouting them from the roof tops or behind slamming doors. ”I’ve seen a penis or two and plenty of babies being born.” She knew the mechanics. And she heard things. Lots of things.

Iskra chewed a knuckle in thought. Teeth biting at her thumb as she tried to decide which of the two options proposed to her was she proposing to Eydis. Was she asking or telling? Her stomach gurgled painfully. ”Both.” She decided firmly. ”I thought I needed your permission, or blessing, or whatever. But I’m ready and would like it done. I hear its very good for relaxation.” That last bit she tacked on without meaning to, eyes widening as the words came out of her mouth. Shrugging, Iskra gave up. And sat down, sagging into a seat with her arms hanging between her knees.

”Who would we ask?” She wondered. There were few in the court who came to mind for the task. Most of Eydis’ inner circle were old. Iskra didn’t want bedded by a man old enough to be her father, even if it was a safe choice. Eyeing her mentor, Iskra also wondered what would come after. It was probably about time for that as well. In fact, just thinking about it made the back of her head buzz.

Eydis Greenstone

    Red to Ebon-gray
  • Queen
  • Played By: Jones

    Mom of Glacia
    Glacia Kaeleer
    13 Posts    107 marks
Re: Demands
« Reply #3 on: May 01, 2019, 06:03:49 PM »
Tucking a white curl behind her ear Eydis smiled at the young queen. Patient in the face of her apprentice's struggle. If she waited the young lady would get her emotions- and a few relevant words- out eventually. She always had high hopes for her apprentices. They were the physical representation of the future, after all. But Iskra was a special case. All that potential hinging on a woman with so much emotion.

Some people would have been frightened. Or at the very least worried. Eydis was wiser than that. An emotional young queen, with the right guidance, would be a powerful leader. Her rage would be the defense of her City. Her passion would fuel it’s growth. Her sorrow water its fields. She knew. She had not always been the pillar of her people. She had been a girl with muddy skirts screaming in a field about the unfairness of expectation.

Fifty years didn’t feel like so many on the other side. But she had to admit, the memories sometimes felt far away. Time had distanced her from the raw emotion of those days. ”I do. You’re of an age when most young women are ready to make their Descent. And with a Birthright as dark as yours, a Virgin Night has to come first.” Lighter jeweled Ladies could choose to wait in some cases. Though many priestesses insisted that the Offering could take what a Birthright had given, leaving a woman empty, if she did not secure her Webs first.

”Ah! You don’t have to make that face.” The mature queen said with an airy scoff. As if having a conversation about sex with her mentor would kill the child. She had lived a full and vibrant life. Surrounded from early on by the fit sailors that would man her airships. And then their fit young sons. And married a man renowned  for his adventurousness. She knew plenty. Even if she was too old to go airing her sheets or bragging. ”Readiness is subjective, and stopping is allowed. So I won’t lecture about being sure it's time- but you’d be doing a lot more than just seeing one from a medical perspective.”

Reaching through the house she nudged at Henrich gently along a distaff to spear thread. Red, so that Iskra was less likely to notice and incapable of listening in. She said nothing, just caught his attention in case his good judgement on such matters became necessary. ”I think that’s more a matter of tradition, really. Should I be aware? Absolutely. But I wouldn’t say you require my permission. Thinking these things through can be tricky, and the opinion of an experienced friend can’t hurt. That’s all a mentor really is, an friend that’s been through it all already.”

Coming around the chair she leaned on Eydis settled against its high arm rests. Ankles crossing as she chuckled at the girl’s bit of ending logic. ”A popular method of stress relief, certainly. Although I dare say the first time is more likely to cause it.” Working up to such an intimate moment was hard. All your vulnerabilities, all your Craft, your whole future. Eydis blinked away the memory of her own Virgin Night. Partner as nervous as herself despite a blazing tattoo promising his aptitude. There had been no one she could rely on to shelter her Red. The whole thing had been a risk. But Mother Night had rewarded her bravery since then with a generation of strong Jewels that could see through Witch herself if needed.

”We can ask anyone. Just remember this is an act of duty, not passion. Henrich knows every ship captain the territory, he can suggest a few reliable males if no one in Odense suits.” Eydis tugged at the Red link, *She’s asking about her Virgin Night. I don’t know if I should pour wine or pray.* Propping her elbow on the arm of the seat she balanced her chin on her knuckles. Eyeing the young queen across from her thoughtfully. ”I remember having this conversation with my own mentor. It was a much shorter conversation, and I am wholly blessed by the Darkness to have names to offer rather than just hope and pity.”

Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Odense Apprentice
    Glacia Kaeleer
    84 Posts    2486 marks
Re: Demands
« Reply #4 on: May 01, 2019, 07:29:21 PM »

Years later and Iskra still wasn’t used to Eydis’ calm. Her bold statement met with, not indifference, but none of the shock or surprise Iskra had been expecting. Then again, Odense’s queen hardly ever reacted the way others did. Yet Iskra continued to expect her to. Hands flexing over her hips, Iskra relaxed into Eydis’s calm. This wasn’t a battle, but a discussion. She found it hard not to be on the defensive. So used to having to fight to be heard.

”I suppose it does.” She hadn’t thought about that part. Of she waited until after her Offering, she might be beyond the abilities of a male to protect. No one in the court wore darker than Grey.  Iskra sighed, tongue fitting to the bow of her upper lip. Valor was the darkest male still at court, and Iskra harbored a kernel of terror in her heart for the young captain. He was a warlord prince, whatever pretty mask he wore. A very, very pretty mask.

”I wasn’t!” She defended without needing to. It was a lie. She had been wearing a face, but Iskra didn’t like having it commented on. She knuckled it away. And then hid behind her hand, forehead pressed to its back as she choked. ”I know that!” She informed her mentor without actually looking at her. It would be hard. And put into her. The thought made Iskra’s stomach twist. “Arousal. Anxiety.” She whispered to herself, wiping the words away with her hand as she dropped it to face Eydis again.

Better to do it sitting down. Her knees were tired from her walk anyway. Hard to think of Eydis as a friend. Toes scratching the back of one calf, Iskra tried to fit her ideas of friendship around a person. She had teachers, escorts, mentors. No one who came to the forefront of her mind as a definitive friend. It was a depressing realization. Eydis would have to be that person. A trusted, experienced friend.

”Probably. But it has to get better after that, I’m sure.” She’d heard things. Standing quiet outside a cracked door as the men gambled and drank. Or women laughing and whispering in the infirmary when they came for their brews. Their looks pitying when they happened to catch Iskra looking. She was missing out on something. Something better than heat of kisses or the sweet twist of a bold caress. Her lips vibrated as she blew the ghost sensations away.

Iskra sat back in her chair, hands gripping the arms. She felt warm now that they were getting to the meat of it. Passion and duty and ship captains. ”I don’t know who.” She admitted, unaware of the thread spun below her Sapphire. The old ship captain’s head turning toward them from across the house, attention drawn by his queen’s summons. *The little harpy? Both might wisest, Honey.* Mother Night have mercy on the men of Glacia. It wasn’t her Jewels so much as her sheer aptitude to step all over a person. *Valor? He’s darkest and closest to her age.* Untried in the way of virgins, if Henrich remembered right.

He squinted toward the west. *Think she’ll go all the way?*

”Was it scary?” Iskra asked softly. Eydis could have been Witch. Hard to imagine, having only known the queen as she was now. Fully fledged and settled into both her Ebon-grey and Odense. Iskra would never be Witch, but she could be just as strong. And then maybe they would let her stay forever instead of waiting for her to leave.

Eydis Greenstone

    Red to Ebon-gray
  • Queen
  • Played By: Jones

    Mom of Glacia
    Glacia Kaeleer
    13 Posts    107 marks
Re: Demands
« Reply #5 on: May 03, 2019, 06:08:01 PM »
”Of course, why else would it be such a popular pass time? It’s not the doing that’s stressful the first time, really, it’s the little thoughts that get in the way. All the unknowns. After that it turns into a joint effort. The sort of activity that gets better with practice. Learning with someone that knows how to teach definitely lays a solid foundation.” Eydis said, once Iskra had composed herself and reacted to the bits of advice her mentor offered.

Smile gentle Eydis was patient as Iskra dealt with her more private thoughts. Young cheeks rosy with the subject matter. As any woman tempted towards the act tended to be. Experienced or not. ”That’s okay. We can come up with suitable options together.” She reassured her apprentice. Already working to that end, in fact. Fingers lacing together around her knee Eydis smiled wistfully, *I hope you don’t make a habit of calling her that to her face. You’ll give her a complex.* She chortled along the line. She made no effort to hide the fact that she was having more than one conversation from her apprentice. It was a common enough occurrence among the Blood, and among the busy Blood especially. *If they’re both willing… but that’s a legitimate worry. If she get frightened,* She admitted. Turning to speak aloud and along the thread. ”Valor has the strength to protect her Webs, but does he have the control to stop if stopping becomes required?”

He was a good lad. A fine Captain. Perfect for tempting the eyes and marks of foreign queens to trade with their City. But he was a Warlord Prince. *Do you know anyone else Henrich? I wont have another incident like Solly. The poor darling.* Undamaged physically. Jewels brought through. But the emotional toll had been devastating for her former apprentice.

Keen blue eyes turning to the girl that wanted to be a woman Eydis gave a short nod. ”I think it’s always scary. You have to put so much trust on one person… My case was a little different. There was a lot fighting between the Cities. A lot of fear over what my Descent might bring. I had to choose someone I trusted not to try to harm me over someone capable of protecting me.” Sitting up a bit straighter she smiled away from the memory and at the queenling before her now. ”It went well in the end. And now we get to make sure your first time goes well.”

She looked towards the door. ”We have Henrich and Valor here. Solveig has a Red Jeweled Prince… I believe-” She was listening along her private thread. Thumbs tapping thoughtfully on her knee. Lips pursing. There was a thought. ”The Runner has quite the reputation for Virgin Nights. Could the Runner be convinced? They had history. It had driven Henni out of Reric. And been the story that convinced Eydis he was exactly the sort of man she wanted in Odense. Willing to do the wrong thing for the right people. If they had held the Runner down he would have eventually done something drastic. By wisdom or just instinct, Henni had given the boy freedom. In return he hardly ever caused any trouble, and none for Odense. He was very adverse to queens and court from what she understood, however. ”If we get him to come, will you meet with him Iskra?”

Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Odense Apprentice
    Glacia Kaeleer
    84 Posts    2486 marks
Re: Demands
« Reply #6 on: May 03, 2019, 07:38:39 PM »

Cheeks puffing in frustration, Iskra sank into the chair in defeat. ”More lessons?” She whined. So much for relaxation. She worried about those little thoughts too. The kind that intruded. Iskra knew what Eydis meant, felt the fear quiver deep in her stomach. A counter part to the warm knot she harbored there sometimes. The difference was that her thoughts always felt so big. Bigger than she could ever hope to contain. Like someone else screaming in her skull until her stomach was sick and her body was shaky.

Blowing all the air out of her body, she left herself as empty as her list of possible males. She’d been hoping Eydis would just tell her who. Have a man already picked out to see the deed done. But she’d been leaving the timing to Iskra, and apparently the man too. But she would help. Smile as settling as her promise. ”Thank Darkness.” Nerves already creeping up on her, as if it would be right that moment. She writhed in her seat, watching as Eydis’ attention shifted to someone else somewhere else.

She never had been good at spying on the threads of others. Unlikely to even notice them without the physical cues. Scratching her leg she waited, unsure and unwilling to guess who the queen was speaking to. Iskra didn’t want to know who knew. It made her feel to vulnerable. *Not always.* He retorted. He had manners! But the girl was a blasted harpy if he ever met one. A thoughtful hum traveled down the thread. *I can’t say, which shoots that idea.* As did Iskra’s violent shaking of her head.

Fingers curling in her skirts as she leaned forward, straining toward Eydis. ”No.” He was handsome and dashing and every girl in Odense was half in love with him. But he was a warlord prince. Growing up around him had done nothing to quell the instinctive fear Iskra had of his caste. Gave her knowledge that all his good manners were just a mask. Valor was hero, but she didn’t want him so close to her chalice.

*No one will let that happen again.* Ashamed it had happened at all, even though he hadn’t been a perpetrator of the act. The man had been punished. First by the backlash of the queen’s power, and then again by the sjef. Sighing, he looked at the ceiling and nodded to the queen who could not see him. Was it a betrayal to suggest him for a queen? Henrich wasn’t sure.

Iskra breathed. ”How did you choose? Or know?” A shiver ran down her spine. Maybe Valor was the best choice. She trusted him. Mostly. Hands spread in her lap, Iskra tried to imagine knowing. Knowing men. Knowing the difference between who cared and who did not. Her eyebrows frowned at her empty palms. Slowly her fingers curled close on nothing. ”I was hoping for better than well.” She bluffed, pulling on a brave face.

*Peregrine. He has the strength and the control.* He was Henrich’s choice for when his girls were older. If he could trust him with his daughters, he could trust him with the harpy, even if she was a queen. He might not forgive Henrich the asking. Eydis’ peace of mind was worth the risk however. He knew she never would forgive herself for what had passed for Solveig’s virgin night.

”The Runner?” Iskra asked with a wrinkle of her nose. The name sounded familiar. A thing she had been called herself in her youth while being dragged home by her ear. Or back to court. Or to the healer’s. Everyone trying to be rid of her, until Iskra had decided to be rid of them. *All I can do is ask. If I can find him.* He wasn’t the sort you found relaxing at home. Stretching out his legs, Henrich resigned himself to taking a trip. He wasn’t a wandered anymore. He liked being home. Close to queen and children.

Iskra opened her hands over her hair. Thick brown waves flattened back on her scalp. Cupping the back of her head, she eyed the queen. Not Henrich. Never him. She knew Valor best, but his caste frightened her. So it was the unknown. ”Alright. Yes.” Was he the sort she could put her trust in? Iskra would have to believe so. Otherwise Eydis wouldn’t suggest him. They didn’t break queens in Odense. Even harpy queens. ”I’ll meet the Runner. And if he suits, well.” Iskra shrugged. She’d take his spear, she supposed.

Eydis Greenstone

    Red to Ebon-gray
  • Queen
  • Played By: Jones

    Mom of Glacia
    Glacia Kaeleer
    13 Posts    107 marks
Re: Demands
« Reply #7 on: May 05, 2019, 02:59:44 PM »
Chuckle turning into a hearty laugh Eydis shook her head at the girl. Eyes twinkling in promise. ”If it feels like a lesson then he’s not a very good teacher.” The he was hypothetical, and theoretical too. Eydis didn’t care what her apprentice got up to once the first deed was done. Or who with. Beyond her Virgin Night, well, it was only her place to give anecdotes and advise when asked. Just the little bit she gave already had been met with a wrinkled nose, after all. Young people didn’t like to associate sensuality with elders. That was just nature.

At least Iskra wasn’t completely opposed to Eydis’ input at all. She paid attention. For all her bluster and temper and sass. She listened. Picking for herself what bits to take to heart. Eydis just had to keep giving advice good enough to stick. Gentleness and acceptance were the core of her rule. And Odense blossomed beneath those values. *Even if it didn’t the look she’s just given me surely does. If you’ve any other warlord princes on your list, scratch them out.* She said with dry humor.

”Very well. Not Valor.” The young captain would certainly not drop dead with longing. He as loyal and faithful as anyone. In fact she thought he reminded her of Henrich in a lot of ways. Though she supposed her opinion was biased since he had been raised half in her house and acted as a surrogate son now. If she had asked him to split himself in two he would have found a way. But going in with fear would make the task no easier for the queen. And it would just break poor Valor’s heart to taste. He was a sensitive soul, that one.

*Agreed.* She said quietly along her private thread. A sort of mental pat trying to sooth Henni from the dark thought. If she gave him time he would think of, or otherwise find, someone who could see it done right. ”Hannes was my first escort, we had been raised and trained together. He was bonded by heart and ink. I knew I would do whatever I could not to hurt him, and that he would do whatever he could not to hurt me.” That had been all the choice there was at the time. For a second her eyes drifted sideways. Seeing into memories of a bumbling boy she had watched grow into a patient prince. It had been twenty years since he died in storm off the northern coast. She didn’t think the missing would ever end. ”Well there are men you can pay to make certain it’s better than just well. We can afford it.”

Which was good, because she had the feeling anything to do with queen’s work would cost them a small fortune. If it was being done by the Runner. *I think he might be our best hope. She won’t want to borrow another queen’s man. And you don’t seem keen to play teacher.* Eydis would hardly have blamed him for volunteering. It was the sort of deed men were honored for. And Iskra was beautiful despite the harping.

”Peregrine the Runner. A man born to Reric but refusing to swear allegiance to any place or person. He’s a smuggler and general trouble maker. I think you’ll get along.” She teased. As a boy she had written no less than a thousand pleas to Reric’s queen. These days she received just as many from her own apprentice. He was beyond leashing, but Eydis held out hope that he was within redemption. *Solly wrote me about him recently. We’ll talk later.*

Eydis would find him, if it came to that. Her Ebon-gray had knocked against his barriers before. Usually he answered. It was important for a man with that much power to understand he was still accountable for his actions. That there would be consequences if he truly brought them harm. But also to remind him that he wasn’t alone on the mountain of expectation. Jewels as dark as his own faced heavier burdens. Like apprentices with apprehension in their hearts. ”Henrich trusts him. He’s practically his son. We just have to hope his sense of duty outweighs his aversion to queens. But I hear his reputation on that matter is well deserved.”

Iskra Graves

    Sapphire to Gray
  • Healer Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    Odense Apprentice
    Glacia Kaeleer
    84 Posts    2486 marks
Re: Demands
« Reply #8 on: May 05, 2019, 03:32:43 PM »

”That sounds nice.” It wasn’t a story for the ages, but it was reasonable. Each expecting the best of the other but nothing extreme. Kindness. Trust. She wondered if it had been good. Was good required? It taught a witch to experience the deepness of a psychic and physical link without panicking and breaking through her webs to hide from the intrusion. But it was so much more than another person in your head with you. That happened all the time. Was it just the spear?

Iskra sucked her teeth and put her questions away. They sounded too ignorant. Some things just had to be learned by experience. Lips working, Iskra watched Eydis look elsewhere. Down the thread she shared with Henrich or into the memory of her own virginity, she didn’t know. ”Right.” She bobbed, head and body together. Red moon houses didn’t only employee women. And some men made their living, or a portion of it, bedding virgins. Iskra sighed. ”It’s so complicated.”

*She should cultivate some of her own then.* She was picky for a virgin. Henrich wasn’t at all surprised. *She doesn’t like me. It wouldn’t go well even if she accepted the offer.* She didn’t enjoy his playfulness and hated when he was stern. Henrich didn’t trust Iskra to be responsible and she didn’t trust him to be fair.

”A smuggler?” Iskra laughed. ”Mother Night, have I been so wicked?” She waved Eydis’ answer away. Iskra didn’t want to know, amused by the idea as well as offended. But the name made sense now. He wore the Ebon-gray too. Maybe they were holding out hope that Iskra could reach that depth too. She pulled her feet up onto the chair and wrapped her arms tight around her knees.

”I can’t say being Henrich’s almost-son is a point in his favor.” Iskra put her feet back down and followed them, standing so she could pace around her chair. ”Why is he so adverse? Did he have a poor one?” Iskra wasn’t sure she was the type to change any minds on the matter of queens. But she didn’t need him to love her, just see her safely from point a to point b.

”Wouldn’t this make him a bad choice?” He might seek revenge against her caste on her webs. Iskra accidentally mimicked her queen, leaning over the back of her chair, though she did so with far less grace. ”You know what, never mind. I’ll meet him first and decide later.” They would not have suggested him if he was a danger. Not even Henrich hated her that much.

 

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