¬ Fashire
The meeting droned on.
Talks went back and forth between us, the officials, a handful of nobles, and the serpents, preparing the search parties and devices that would be needed in our search once the High Priestess arrived.
The serpent prince sat near the head of the table, oddly more attentive to the King compared to the previous meeting we'd had with him.
It was still wild how Paloma was something from their legends. If that was truly what she was, what was it doing here of all places?
'Damn it.'
Father sat at the head of the table, his presence a withered shadow of what it had once been. Whatever that wench was doing to him was eating him alive from the inside, and everyone in this room knew it.
Effer sat across from me, her sightless eyes fixed somewhere in my direction. She had not spoken to me since our argument.
