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Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

The grand architecture of King Killian’s castle boasted many gardens, some private and filled with rare roses, with others public for feasts and celebrations. Vast halls connected even grander rooms where banquets were held, political treatise decided and artistic orations dispatched. The kitchens were always bustling with activity, drama, and gossip. Many days Duir and I lingered with yeasty slabs of thick bread slathered with salted butter, listening to the petty but always urgent musings of scullery maids and the ranting and roaring of cooks. Duir made an ideal companion in childhood trouble. If we were caught at some mischief, it would often be overlooked because of his princely heritage.

King Killian adored my father, both of whom lost their wives in childbirth. More often than not, my father could be found by Killian’s side. This allowed for my friendship with Duir to grow.

One day, while playing in the gardens, Duir asked if I would be his tailor when he inherited the crown, to which I alleged myself in full and innocent certainty. We were close friends. Why wouldn’t I want to be cherished as my father in such a noble and respected court?