Mélusine
“Their fledglings, twisted iron stands crowned with candles, rose up at intervals along the floor, interspersed with the busts of dead and ancient kings. At the east end of the hall—not that east and west mattered in the great, labyrinthine bulk of the Mirador—the Virtu of the Mirador on its obsidian plinth cast its own strange, underwater light, which reached down to touch the steel spearheads of the Lord Protector's throne, but reached no farther.
The Lords and Ladies Protector traditional...ly had a penchant for being painted in Lord Michael's Chair, as the throne had been called for one hundred seventy-seven years. Lord Stephen Teverius, Lord Protector these past nine years, had not yet commissioned the portrait to commemorate his reign, but I doubted that Stephen, who hated pomp, would choose that particularly iconic and self-important pose.
Pomp was not the only thing Stephen hated. "Darling," I murmured in Shannon's ear, "your brother is scowling at me again." Shannon glanced over his shoulder.MoreLess
The Lords and Ladies Protector traditional...ly had a penchant for being painted in Lord Michael's Chair, as the throne had been called for one hundred seventy-seven years. Lord Stephen Teverius, Lord Protector these past nine years, had not yet commissioned the portrait to commemorate his reign, but I doubted that Stephen, who hated pomp, would choose that particularly iconic and self-important pose.
Pomp was not the only thing Stephen hated. "Darling," I murmured in Shannon's ear, "your brother is scowling at me again." Shannon glanced over his shoulder.MoreLess
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