room.
âAnd that, ladies, is why I feel this city should be left in the hands of a woman!â the Electress exclaims. The Duchess of the Scales and the Countess of the Stone explode with laughter.
For a second, I meet Ravenâs eyes. She raises an eyebrow, as if to say, âWhat is wrong with these people?â I press my lips together, fighting a smile, and give her a tiny nod.
âBut that decision is not up to you,â the Countess of the Rose interjects. She is the only one not amused by Garnetâs bizarre entrance. âIt is the Exetorâs choice, since the line passed through him.â She takes a small bite of frisee. âOf course, you are only a recent addition to the Royal Palace. Perhaps the subtleties of royal succession have not fully been explained.â
The Electress stiffens. âClearly it has been too long since there has been any pleasure in your bedchambers, Ametrine, but there is no more powerful weapon of persuasion than a womanâs body. I am quite capable of changing my husbandâs mind.â
I blush at the turn the conversation just took. Footmen come in to clear our plates, and I take advantage of the Duchessâs absence, shoveling a few extra pieces of duck into my mouth.
âI meant no offense, Your Grace,â the Countess of the Rose says. âBut remember that surrogacy is a very strange thing. You never know precisely what you are going to get. The Augury scores only tell you so much. Perhaps you will end up preferring for your son to succeed to the throne.â
âDoubtful,â the Electress replies. She beckons to one of the footmen. âFetch Lucien. Now.â
My ears prick and I sit up straighter.
The servants begin serving the next courseâsmoked salmon with capers and candied lemonâand the Duchess returns.
âMy apologies, Your Grace,â she says with a low curtsy.
âOh, no need to apologize. It was rather exciting,â the Electress says. âIn comparison, dinners at the Royal Palace are positively dull.â
The Countess of the Stoneâs wide mouth curves into an unpleasant smirk. I take a sip of wine and wait for the Duchess to sit down. Iâm starving, and I hope she likes the salmon more than the other dishes, so I can actually eat a substantial amount of something.
Then I see a white dress and a topknot and my heart somersaults. Lucien glides into the room, holding a walnut and a silver bowl.
âThank you, Lucien,â the Electress says. âWait here.â
âOf course, my lady.â Lucien places the walnut and the bowl on the table and moves back to stand against the wall. Dahliaâs eyes are wide with fear, almost pleading, as she looks back and forth between the bowl and the Electress. I hold my breath, wondering what the Electress is going to make her do. Across the table, I see that Ravenâs expression mirrors mine. The iced cake and the lioness watch intently.
âShe was showing me the most magnificent trick earlier,â the Electress says. She turns to Dahlia eagerly. âGo on.â
Dahliaâs lower lip trembles as she picks up the walnut in her small hand. Nothing happens. The Electressâs eyes harden.
âGo on,â she repeats in a sharper tone.
Dahliaâs fingers close around the walnut, and when she opens them, it has a slightly transparent look, like itâs been turned to brown glassâsheâs using the second Augury, Shape. Her eyebrows knit together as she concentrates, and suddenly the walnut ripples, shifting and stretching like itâs made of water.
I expect her to turn it into a simple shape, like a star or a flower, but instead she molds it into a miniature statue of the Electress. Itâs an incredibly difficult feat; Dahlia must be in an extreme amount of pain.
As if in response to my thought, Dahlia cries out and drops the statueâshe grabs the silver bowl, coughing up a mixture of phlegm and
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