>>6228588“That’s it?” He stiffens, wrapping the bedsheets around his body like they were his Imperial robes. He towers over her, two heads, more— the Imperial head of one of the Powers of the world.
“Once again. Very perceptive.”
“How— how do you think you can— my Asterites, you—”
“I just need to check them for some information,” she mutter, turning and checking something on one of his shelves. There’s some books there. Nothing he dared open, of course. She picks a book, flips it open, passes her slender finger and her black nail over the paper. “There is a person I need to find. Letting you know beforehand will save us both an headache when your Crows will start panicking.”
“Who?”
“If I thought you knew, I would have asked you, don’t you think?” She sneers, closing the book with a loud noise. “Maybe you should graduate these from decoration to reading material. Would certainly help you more than me.”
“I—”
“That was all.” She turns to climb on the window once again. “And— oh my, these streets are clogged. This is terrible for business. Who is your urban planner? You should take a tour to Frigéia, see how we get things done.”
“You—”
“Nice work with all those pronouns, Imperial Majesty. That will be all. Have a good night.”
She jumps over the window.
The Emperor runs after her, but of course, there is no trace of her.
She seemed— restless.
The thought is far from pleasant.
The Stilladìa, the being that created an Empire in less than three centuries… restless.
“Starless Night,” he mutters, holding onto his clothings as a lifeline.
Then he turns away from the window, aiming for his bed.
A bit of action will do him good. Soothe his heart.
And keep him from worrying too much.
The Throne stands.
Now and forever.
[cont.]
post starring the Stilladìa -> get double eight. heh. pottery. 