developments.”
“I’m sure he will tell you immediately if there are.”
Kai set his jaw and fixed his gaze on Torin, the man who had been his father’s adviser since before Kai was born. Even now, standing in the same room with Torin made him feel like a child, gave him a peculiar urge to be unruly. He wondered if he would ever get over that.
“I need to feel like I’m doing something, ” he said. “I can’t just stand here watching him die.”
Torin’s eyes dropped. “I know, Your Highness. It’s hard for all of us.”
It’s not the same, Kai wanted to say, but held his tongue.
Torin turned away from him, facing the window, and bowed his head. “Long live the emperor.”
Kai repeated the words, whispering around the dryness in his throat. “Long live the emperor.”
They were silent leaving the visitors room and walking down the hallway to the elevators.
A woman was waiting for them. Kai should have expected it—she was always nearby these days, when she was the last person on Earth he wanted to see.
Sybil Mira. Head thaumaturge to the Lunar Crown. Exceptionally beautiful, with waist-length black hair and warm, honeyed skin. She wore the uniform befitting her rank and title: a long white coat with a high collar and bell-shaped sleeves, embroidered along the hems with runes and hieroglyphs that meant nothing to Kai.
Five paces behind her stood her ever-present, ever-silent guard. He was a young man as handsome as Sybil was beautiful, with blond hair pulled into a low ponytail and sharp features that Kai had yet to see an expression on.
Sybil’s lips curved as Kai and Torin approached, but her gray eyes remained cold.
“Your Imperial Highness,” she said with a graceful dip of her head. “How fares the honorable Emperor Rikan?”
When Kai didn’t respond, Torin answered, “Not well. Thank you for your concern.”
“I am most displeased to hear that.” She sounded about as displeased as a cat who’d just cornered a mouse. “My mistress sends her condolences and a wish for a speedy recovery.”
She fixed her eyes on the prince, and her image seemed to shudder before him like a mirage. Whispers filled his head. Respect and admiration, compassion and concern.
Kai tore his gaze from her, silencing the voices. It took a moment for his racing pulse to steady.
“What do you want?” he said.
Sybil gestured toward the elevators. “A word with the man who will soon be emperor…should the fates deem it so.”
Kai glanced at Torin, but the face that met him was unsympathetic. Tact. Diplomacy. Always. Especially when it came to the cursed Lunars.
Sighing, he half turned to the waiting android. “Third floor.”
The sensor flashed. “Please proceed to elevator C, Your Highness.”
They boarded the elevator, Sybil floating into it like a feather upon a breeze. The guard entered last, staying by the door and facing the three of them as if the thaumaturge were in mortal danger. His icy gaze made Kai uncomfortable, but Sybil seemed to forget the guard was even there.
“This is a tragic time for His Majesty to fall ill,” she said.
Kai gripped the rail and faced her, pressing his hatred into the polished wood. “Would next month have been more convenient for you?”
Her patience didn’t falter. “I speak, of course, of the alliance discussions my mistress has been engaged in with Emperor Rikan. We are most eager for an agreement that will suit both Luna and the Commonwealth.”
Watching her made him feel dizzy, off balance, so he tore his gaze away and watched the numbers above the doors descend. “My father has been attempting to secure an alliance with Queen Levana since she first took the throne. She has always declined.”
“He has yet to meet her sensible demands.”
Kai locked his teeth.
Sybil continued, “My hope is that, as emperor, you will be better able to see reason, Your Highness.”
Kai was silent as the elevator passed floors six, five, four. “My father is a
“I’m sure he will tell you immediately if there are.”
Kai set his jaw and fixed his gaze on Torin, the man who had been his father’s adviser since before Kai was born. Even now, standing in the same room with Torin made him feel like a child, gave him a peculiar urge to be unruly. He wondered if he would ever get over that.
“I need to feel like I’m doing something, ” he said. “I can’t just stand here watching him die.”
Torin’s eyes dropped. “I know, Your Highness. It’s hard for all of us.”
It’s not the same, Kai wanted to say, but held his tongue.
Torin turned away from him, facing the window, and bowed his head. “Long live the emperor.”
Kai repeated the words, whispering around the dryness in his throat. “Long live the emperor.”
They were silent leaving the visitors room and walking down the hallway to the elevators.
A woman was waiting for them. Kai should have expected it—she was always nearby these days, when she was the last person on Earth he wanted to see.
Sybil Mira. Head thaumaturge to the Lunar Crown. Exceptionally beautiful, with waist-length black hair and warm, honeyed skin. She wore the uniform befitting her rank and title: a long white coat with a high collar and bell-shaped sleeves, embroidered along the hems with runes and hieroglyphs that meant nothing to Kai.
Five paces behind her stood her ever-present, ever-silent guard. He was a young man as handsome as Sybil was beautiful, with blond hair pulled into a low ponytail and sharp features that Kai had yet to see an expression on.
Sybil’s lips curved as Kai and Torin approached, but her gray eyes remained cold.
“Your Imperial Highness,” she said with a graceful dip of her head. “How fares the honorable Emperor Rikan?”
When Kai didn’t respond, Torin answered, “Not well. Thank you for your concern.”
“I am most displeased to hear that.” She sounded about as displeased as a cat who’d just cornered a mouse. “My mistress sends her condolences and a wish for a speedy recovery.”
She fixed her eyes on the prince, and her image seemed to shudder before him like a mirage. Whispers filled his head. Respect and admiration, compassion and concern.
Kai tore his gaze from her, silencing the voices. It took a moment for his racing pulse to steady.
“What do you want?” he said.
Sybil gestured toward the elevators. “A word with the man who will soon be emperor…should the fates deem it so.”
Kai glanced at Torin, but the face that met him was unsympathetic. Tact. Diplomacy. Always. Especially when it came to the cursed Lunars.
Sighing, he half turned to the waiting android. “Third floor.”
The sensor flashed. “Please proceed to elevator C, Your Highness.”
They boarded the elevator, Sybil floating into it like a feather upon a breeze. The guard entered last, staying by the door and facing the three of them as if the thaumaturge were in mortal danger. His icy gaze made Kai uncomfortable, but Sybil seemed to forget the guard was even there.
“This is a tragic time for His Majesty to fall ill,” she said.
Kai gripped the rail and faced her, pressing his hatred into the polished wood. “Would next month have been more convenient for you?”
Her patience didn’t falter. “I speak, of course, of the alliance discussions my mistress has been engaged in with Emperor Rikan. We are most eager for an agreement that will suit both Luna and the Commonwealth.”
Watching her made him feel dizzy, off balance, so he tore his gaze away and watched the numbers above the doors descend. “My father has been attempting to secure an alliance with Queen Levana since she first took the throne. She has always declined.”
“He has yet to meet her sensible demands.”
Kai locked his teeth.
Sybil continued, “My hope is that, as emperor, you will be better able to see reason, Your Highness.”
Kai was silent as the elevator passed floors six, five, four. “My father is a
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