The Empress lay awake in the darkness long after her Consort had fallen asleep, his arm draped over her waist, and wondered what was to become of her. There was something in her—she could sense it sure as she could hear Caelum’s soft breathing—that was shifting. Changing. She feared it … Continue reading →

Packing up his things shouldn’t have taken so long.

The next morning, she and Jules would begin their arduous trek into the mountains, beyond the borders of Athering.

The funeral, against all custom, was the day after Zanny had been found, asleep in her bed.

Not even three days had passed and already there had been rebellion and an execution.