A few days upon Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria’s return to Frostmark Province, he finds his patience tested. Again. This time, by a self-important star-gazing mage.
Cecille Becket, an Astromancer recently moved from Starhaven Kingdom and hand-picked, no, pushed, onto him by Lord Regent Zachary Starhaven, dares to open her mouth in his office at the peak of Frostmark Governance Tower. The glass-and-steel monstrosity pierces the skies like a dagger aimed at the gods themselves.
“Planet Ares shows omens of war, Your Highness,” Cecille intones, her robes a flurry of indigo velvet and outdated mysticism. “Mayhaps we need to make sacrifices. Certain rituals. To avert calamity.”
Cain turns his head slowly, like a blade being drawn from its scabbard. “What’s your name, good mage?”
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