XII
Secrets“How do I look father?”
Edwen looked up from the console at his desk as Kalistar glided into his study unannounced, wearing a sweeping blue gown. As he let his eyes run up the length of her, he felt exceptionally old. Was it really a decade since she used to sit on that small table in the corner of his study doing her lessons while he worked?
“Uncommonly civilised,” he answered with genuine pride.
“Thank you,” she beamed, knowing him well enough to take that as quite a compliment. “I shall be joining Garryn after the ceremony, father. He's a bit overwhelmed by all the attention and I think he could use the company.”
Today was the day, wasn't it? Edwen sighed, feeling his age again. Garryn would officially become Prime and successor to the Imperator. Glancing out the window
