Behind the Elders’ carriages trot two majestic horses mounted by Royal Guards. The Guards wear the same outfits and carry the same staffs as the one who murdered Favian yesterday, but I can’t tell if that man is one of these horsemen.
Around the bend in the road, a sleek, matte silver craft magically hovers a few feet above the dirt street. Not pulled by horses, this craft glides silently behind the Royal Guards. The same power that resides in those deadly staffs must course through this impressive vehicle. Behind glass windows sits a female Council of Lore member. I can’t quite make out which one she is. The Council consists of four women and two men, handpicked by Queen Isolde herself. These six manage the daily affairs of the land, as well as administer the Transfer of Life proceedings. Three more Royal horsemen surround this craft, their staffs pointed at the people who line the street. No one would dare move on the Council’s transport. Especially not after yesterday.
Not sure why I do it, I stretch my neck out to see if the Queen is attending. I’ve only seen her once, and not up close. She’s never attended one of these ceremonies. Even though she’s done nothing for the Relic class, her presence here would be a sight, for sure.
Arlos has a town center with a decent sized stage. That’s the only reason anyone important comes here, since they wouldn’t dare hold the Ceremony at the castle. Our peasant filth might tarnish their pristine grounds.
The Royal procession moves toward the town center at the end of the road, people following like herded sheep.
“We’d better go,” Asher mutters.
“Yeah.” I take a deep breath and exhale slowly. “Let’s get this over with.”
Continue Crown of Lore Now
Acknowledgements:
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