Chapter EighteenSen listened as Twilla's footsteps faded down the corridor, then watched as Vaxi fixed Mizar with a harsh glare. “I feel like a fool. Is this really what women wear here?”
“Oh, no,” Mizar grinned, “the dresses the Queen and Princess wear, especially for official functions, are far more elaborate. You'd probably suffocate.” He chuckled softly.
“I'm glad you find this funny,” Vaxi said, pouting. “If Grandmother saw me in this getup …”
“What?” Sen asked.
Finally, an ironic smile formed at the corners of Vaxi's mouth. “She'd hate it. With a passion. Which means I'll probably grow to love it.”
“That's the spirit,” Mizar said. “Do you still have that dagger I gave you?”
She nodded. “It's in my boot. So what now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I gather you don't want me wandering t
