I'm going to stage a coup VII
Vancil A knock at her door abruptly ended what had been a perfectly pleasant nap. Granted she had affairs that had demeaned her attention – which explained why she was starting awake at her desk rather than her bed – but what was the point of being the effectual ruler or a nation if you didn’t get to do as you wished from time to time. One of her personal body guards spoke through the door. “Captain Sicari is here. Says it’s urgent.” “Admit him.” She sat up a little straighter. A report from Sicari was exactly what she needed. It beat official business any day. Another motivated more by money than any allegiance, he was useful in the same way Crubec was: as an agent she could use to keep tabs on Selvim without getting caught up in the fact that he wasn’t actually a god. In many ways, Si
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