When she woke up, the first thing that Ilonah decided to take care of was the odour radiating off of her. She rose from the green-stained carpet and pushed past the double doors of the closet. As expected, Afina was already going to work on her somewhat messy bedroom. “Morning, Priestess,” said the petite slave while bowing slightly.Ilonah had stopped responding to Afina and the other domestics at the estate years ago. She had tried to tell them several times that they didn't have to greet her every single time they ran into each other (which was nearly every 30 ticks). It made her feel awkward to be greeted and borderline revered by Ozmathians that looked exactly like she did.“I spilt some juice in the closet,” said Ilonah as she remembered the stain from the liquified crystal.She reached for her towels and made her way to the bath.“Let me take care of that, my esteemed priestess.”She rolled her eyes as she entered the crystalline room and shut the door behind her.I wonder wh

She didn't look at him directly, but she could feel her father's signature piercing gaze of disapproval forcing itself into the side of her head.From the extreme left of the platform rose Tarrus Gent, the Governor of Aguaron.He was a small man with a full head of shiny grey hair. He approached the podium and whispered projection before he made the introductory proceedings.“Welcome, my fellow Ozmathians.” he began,Ilonah never liked Governor Gent. He was as small and as slimy as a swamp Slimikus. He had this permanent smile and a lazy gaze that made it feel like he was constantly thinking about how much better he was than everyone else. She was certain that he was up to no good; she didn't doubt the rumours. It was one of the few things that she actually agreed on with her father. She cast a glance towards the King. Even Fenn didn’t seem interested in Gent’s company. But that observation was nullified by the fact that Tarrus was basically the most powerful Ozamthian after the king.

When he cleared his plate and reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth, King Fenn felt some sense of normalcy return to his mind. Of course, the unease he was feeling prior to the banquet wasn't caused by the execution.Been through so many of those I actually feel sleepy when I see one of these days...But the reason for the execution is what had been gnawing at him since the terrorists were caught the previous night. He had barely gotten a wink of sleep as he thought about it. It was the whole reason why he called for the meeting.He grabbed his chalice and took a swig of the honey and mint wine that was reserved for such occasions.Better than Golden Wine if you ask me.It complemented the pleasant aftertaste of the glazed turkey and Miyak broth that he had just devoured.“My king…”That was Tarrus.He was seated to Fenn's left, at one of the corners of the lengthy upper-level table. All the while through the post-execution feast, he couldn't stop remembering what had happened to Kry

“Welcome, my younglings…”The group of younglings (Fenn estimated about twenty) were all dressed in freshly washed and neatly pressed navy blue robes with pink and green hems and black cuffs and collars. Most of them looked up at Fenn with innocent wide eyes full of bewilderment. Others were sniffling and fidgeting. One of the two servants who had come with his daughter was trying scolding tactics mixed with motherly softness to assure the younglings that the ceremony of the Path would end soon and they would be reunited with their parents soon.One of the younglings at the back of the underground dome formation began to leak from his mouth and nose as he fidgeted with his fingers while staring at Fenn. The youngling standing next to him made a disgusted sound and pinched his nose.“They just pooped by themselves!”The other younglings joined in expressing their disgust.“Ewww, gross!”Those who were closer to the stinky youngling rippled away.I don't know if it's because they said s

As he descended the coiling stairs from the entrance of the guest chamber down to the Obsidian Castle’s foyer, he could already hear the celebratory cacophony penetrating the walls faintly. His daughter and four other servants flanked him from both sides as two rows of Holy Soldiers stood at attention on his way to his carriage.“I’m guessing I’m late,” he said with a smirk.His daughter returned the smile. His heart still hurt from what he did to her during the banquet held in Krymea’s honour. It reminded him of the time he had returned from a five-cycle hunting session. He was tired and exhausted, and the hunting party had failed to catch the rare Caramel Unicorn that had been spotted by some Holy soldiers on patrol near the White waters of Cremora.When he opened the doors to his chambers and found Ijonah cutting up his boots and ceremonial robes and sewing identical ones for their tiny 7-total-cycle body, it was like the straw that broke the camel's back. He beat her up so badly t