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The outward door’s locks tumbled for the first time in a year. I stood
from my perch on the tower’s window seat and schooled my features
into an expression of contentment, even as my heart thudded against
my ribs. There could only be one reason the guards were unlocking that
door instead of the inner one the maidservants used. The emperor had called
It’s about bloody time.
The door swung wide, creaking on unused hinges. Two armored guards
strode into my circular room, both unfamiliar. They were human, judging
by the smooth curves of their ears and the curiosity in their eyes. They’d
probably never seen an orc before, not even a half-orc like me.
The taller of the two flicked his eyes up and down my body, likely
taking in the deep green tint of my skin and the sharp points of my ears.
Unlike true orcs, I lacked tusks. It was one of the reasons Emperor Isveig
had let me live. He seemed to think it made me less threatening.
And, as much as I hated to admit it, I supposed that was true. I was his
prisoner, after all, even if he kept me locked in a luxurious tower instead of
a dungeon cell.
“Emperor Isveig wants to see you,” the taller one said after a tense
moment. “He has a job.”
The shard of ice embedded in my hip pulsed. That old thing annoyed
me almost as much as the emperor did.
“How lovely,” I said with the fake smile that everyone believed.
The shorter of the two, a stocky boy who couldn’t be more than
seventeen, smirked. “Lovely?”
“Of course. I’m always happy to help the emperor.” Lies.
The shorter one narrowed his eyes. “Right. Well, come on then. Just
remember what will happen if you try something.”
The ice shard pulsed again, but I showed no reaction.
The two guards led me out of my tower room and into the castle
beyond. As soon as I stepped into the corridor, the humidity thickened, no
longer broken by the breeze from the windows I kept open all summer long.
Even in the winter, it was difficult to find relief inside Keystone Keep. An
ever-present cloud lurked over the buildings, caught on the tallest tower. It
had hung there for seventeen long years. When a heavy rain wasn’t
drumming the tiled roof, sprays of saltwater dew misted down from the
pregnant cloud. It had not stopped once in all these years. No one
understood why, not even the Magisters.
So of course the emperor blamed fire magic, no matter that saltwater
rain had nothing to do with Fildur—the power of flames.
After winding down the dark and silent stairwell, I followed the guards
into the Great Hall, fondly called the Great Hel by Emperor Isveig’s
servants, slaves, and prisoners—of which there were many. At the end of a
narrow strip of carpet, the ruler of the Grundstoff Empire sat upon a throne
crafted from cooling granite only found in the North, where he’d been born.
Shame he hadn’t stayed there.
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