?You have been absent of late,? suggested Javan. To his right, his wife, Lledrith, lean and pale, refilled her goblet from a steaming pitcher and leaned toward one of the fat beeswax candles dripping on the council table. In distracted fascination, her fingertips passed close to the flame. Javan frowned, gently pulled the vampire-mage away from the morbid temptation of fire.
?I have.? Alysia flippantly agreed. ?What of it??
?As your Master of Assassins, I endeavor to be tactful.? Javan sighed. ?You?ve been completely incommunicado in Rhy?Din, for nearly a month, and not even Alaric- ?
?Not completely incommunicado,? interrupted Alysia. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, nodding to her right, indicating Aeris, an ebon-maned priestess of Syladesh. ?My guard had leave to report to you. My endeavors have left me little time to direct Aeris? activities.?
A pair of pristine, white leather boots were swung up onto the table, and Emma smiled frostily at the others gathered. ?What Alys neglects to explain is that Aeris has been kept quite busy keeping the Empress of Rhilshen not merely safe but alive in these ?endeavors?.? Her next words were directed to Alysia. ?I may be privy to your design and understand your reticence, but your family deserves some explanation.?
Seated next to the white-garbed Baroness of Mynw was an elven child, gray-eyed and black-haired, slender as a willow sapling. The child looked around at the gathered council with a grave stare. He leaned closer to Emma, a pinkish nimbus flaring about his head as he communicated silently with his teacher.
?One has no secrets from a psion.? Alysia growled, adjusting the crimsor bracers she wore. ?Very well. I have been seeking power to destroy those who would oppose my will. Let it rest at that. I will brook no questions of my actions.? With that flat, remorseless statement, she looked at the elven child, na-Baron of Shayltan and changed the topic. ?I see you?ve brought young Inestial. Where are the others??
Javan explained, ?Your son-in-law is in K?Thayne, accompanied by the Bloodsingers and pretending to be an Ambassador suing for some kind of peace on your behalf. Tacrya the Fat has bought into his ploy so far and is treating him most cordially. That, or the fact that he?s a demon-mage scares the hell out of her.?
?Or she?s hoping to drag him into her bed,? Lledrith interjected, guffawing, ?or her dungeon. Or both. You?d not believe the- ?
?Yeah.? Javan interrupted and rolled his eyes at his wife?s random comment, adding, ? Evara?s scouting nearby, to pull him out if he gets in over his head. Warryk is actually in Mynw right now, meeting with the Dril to rework port security before you move against K?Thayne. Ah. . . General Serik is in Destil, overseeing the arming of your Bloodguard and the Imperial Legion. Lord Ayreg is. . . he is . . .?
?I have.? Alysia flippantly agreed. ?What of it??
?As your Master of Assassins, I endeavor to be tactful.? Javan sighed. ?You?ve been completely incommunicado in Rhy?Din, for nearly a month, and not even Alaric- ?
?Not completely incommunicado,? interrupted Alysia. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, nodding to her right, indicating Aeris, an ebon-maned priestess of Syladesh. ?My guard had leave to report to you. My endeavors have left me little time to direct Aeris? activities.?
A pair of pristine, white leather boots were swung up onto the table, and Emma smiled frostily at the others gathered. ?What Alys neglects to explain is that Aeris has been kept quite busy keeping the Empress of Rhilshen not merely safe but alive in these ?endeavors?.? Her next words were directed to Alysia. ?I may be privy to your design and understand your reticence, but your family deserves some explanation.?
Seated next to the white-garbed Baroness of Mynw was an elven child, gray-eyed and black-haired, slender as a willow sapling. The child looked around at the gathered council with a grave stare. He leaned closer to Emma, a pinkish nimbus flaring about his head as he communicated silently with his teacher.
?One has no secrets from a psion.? Alysia growled, adjusting the crimsor bracers she wore. ?Very well. I have been seeking power to destroy those who would oppose my will. Let it rest at that. I will brook no questions of my actions.? With that flat, remorseless statement, she looked at the elven child, na-Baron of Shayltan and changed the topic. ?I see you?ve brought young Inestial. Where are the others??
Javan explained, ?Your son-in-law is in K?Thayne, accompanied by the Bloodsingers and pretending to be an Ambassador suing for some kind of peace on your behalf. Tacrya the Fat has bought into his ploy so far and is treating him most cordially. That, or the fact that he?s a demon-mage scares the hell out of her.?
?Or she?s hoping to drag him into her bed,? Lledrith interjected, guffawing, ?or her dungeon. Or both. You?d not believe the- ?
?Yeah.? Javan interrupted and rolled his eyes at his wife?s random comment, adding, ? Evara?s scouting nearby, to pull him out if he gets in over his head. Warryk is actually in Mynw right now, meeting with the Dril to rework port security before you move against K?Thayne. Ah. . . General Serik is in Destil, overseeing the arming of your Bloodguard and the Imperial Legion. Lord Ayreg is. . . he is . . .?