Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Agent
In a neatly appointed tea-house in Sadir, Lucaät’s agent stirred his tea with a disinterested motion and listened to a group of lower-echelon archangels giggle over the latest gossip from the Imperial Palace.
“… and he’s so handsome!” The speaker fanned her face. “I’d die if he even looked my way!”
“Well, we’ll never see him down here, so you’ll not be joining the Breath any time soon,” her friend said dryly.
“But how could he refuse them all?”
“And I heard that Aliciiel Enna’s gown was positively dripping with tiny fire-opals and her headdress was two full hand-spans high,” another said. “All made of the finest purple silver with pearls from Manziat, you know, those blue ones?” She sighed. “So beautiful.”
“Symbolizing higher thoughts above …”
“And fir
