CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Though the empress has not been the same since she returned from her travels in Beaynid without our tjaty, she has been unusually restless since receiving word that the King of Beaynid would soon be visiting Ventra. Her moods range from morose to outright panic. I worry for her.”
—Unpublished diary of servants; Tyla O’ Vumm, personal servant of Empress Rhiannon Kossi
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hiannon sat on the grass in the solarium. Luna laid her head on her lap, and she mindfully stroked her soft fur. Etâhpe'o-poeso was stretched out in the sun, her coarse purring reverberating through the area. She had had two matching diamond-encrusted collars made for both Luna and Poeso. At first, they were a little annoyed at having to wear them but quickly got used to them, and Rhiannon thought they
