Chapter 4The Royal Magician’s Apartment
The Royal Palace, Logran
September 30
Varon woke first, just before midnight, to check on the progress of what the doves had released over the town of Ciara the week before. So far, the temple hospital was reporting symptoms of Stage 1. People were scared and doing stupid things. Beating the afflicted, throwing them out of their homes, their jobs, their lives. The rate of infection was faster than he had anticipated. I did ask him to wait, Varon thought as he sat up and eased himself out of bed, careful not to wake his bedfellow.
Getting Alo—King Aloysius—into his bed had been easier than he had thought, and to Varon’ surprise, Alo loved him back. He loved Alo. How could people say he was cold and cruel? Not to him. Telling Varon to call him Alo
