Chapter 26
That afternoon, after a luncheon tray delivered by a quiet Dark Elf, I stared at the colorful silks hanging in my wardrobe. Neeve had unstintingly shared her supply of gowns with me, but I couldn’t find anything that seemed appropriate for a life-altering meeting with the Oracles.
Everything seemed too bright, the fabrics too sumptuous, the scarves and belts too cheerfully embroidered. All except the silvery purple, but I’d already worn that to dinner with the Nightshade Lord.
A knock came at my door, and I went to open it, expecting Neeve. Instead, a Dark Elf youth stood there, garbed in the deep purple that denoted his status as a court servant.
“Lady Rose,” he said, bowing and holding out the cloth-wrapped parcel he carried, “the Nightshade Lord sends this gift, with his
