PART IV
Beyond the walls of the palace, the sun was setting. Within, lamp lights, strings of fairy lights, overhead lights (just all of the lights) maintained the illusion of an artificial sun. It didn’t matter how orange and purple the sky beyond had become; the sparring ring remained lit like noon.
Sybil purposefully did not look at the two individuals working in the ring as she collapsed into the chair next to Cassandra. “So, the weirdest thing happened this afternoon.”
“Oh?” Cassandra’s wine dark eyes lit up with interest. It had quickly come to Sybil’s attention that Cassandra has a soft spot for gossip. The other seer would have said that it was pertinent information, but to Sybil it was gossip. “What was it? Did it involve tall, dark and inhuman over there?”
“It did, in fact.
