>>6317419“You’re brooding again, my lady.” Chelsey says. “Perhaps it’s time to head for bed? It’s been a long day, and there may be more news upon waking.”
Chelsey had grown adept at reading Bronte’s mood. The two had only been together for less than a year, but they’d grown considerably close within that time. As a Maya, she’d found herself in the service of a cruel and lecherous mage who’d held considerable sway within the city. She’d resigned herself to her fate of having to serve such a terrible man until she’d come across Bronte. The newly appointed Prime Minister quickly began removing obstacles to Princess Yulia’s reign, and her master was not spared her wrath. Bronte had done the deed herself, giving Chelsey and several of her Maya sisters their freedom. And with that newfound freedom, Chelsey had decided to serve Bronte with everything she had.
“No, not yet.” Bronte says, standing up and stretching. In reality, she was tired, but there was no way sleep would come. Not while news of Tristain was lacking. “But you should go ahead and rest. I plan to head into the inner sanctum. I haven’t seen Princess Yulia yet today.”
“Mmm, right.” Chelsey shuffles anxiously. Despite her proximity to the Prime Minister as a trusted advisor, she had never met the Princess, nor was she aware of Yulia’s lack of sorcerous talent. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you…If Tristain wins…he’ll become Yulia’s consort, right?”
“That’s the idea.” Bronte says. “Why do you ask?”
“I guess I was just wondering…if you were okay with that?”
Bronte quickly deciphers the meaning of Chelsey’s pointed question, and her face heats up as she attempts to stammer out her response.
“Are you mad?! He’s my cousin!”
“But…you two aren’t actually related, right?”
“You’re insane! Y-you’re projecting! I bet you’ve fallen for him yourself, haven’t you?”
“No way!” Now it was Chelsey’s turn to go beet red. “He’s completely inconsiderate! A total violent brute! I’d never go for someone like that!”
“Me neither!”
“Good!”
“I’m glad we’ve come to an agreement!”
“And I as well!”
Bronte and Chelsey regard each other with suspicion. In reality, the thought was one they’d both in fact mulled at one point or another. But it was a ridiculous notion, and one not worth considering with too much effort. In order for Bronte’s plan to work, it was imperative that Tristain marry Yulia and become King. And as for what sort of couple the two of them would make, only Bronte really knew. But she was sure that the two of them would be…
The silver-haired sorceress shakes the thought away. That was a different battle that could await another day.
>A): Cassius>B): Adeline>C): Nadia>D): May 