Turn 10 pt1

“A message came while you were at the Peacock last night,” Iole said over breakfast in the courtyard—well, over breakfast for Evander and Iole and Sanur’s two children, at least. Hermia and Melanippe had chosen to eat with their wounded partners, and cook, housekeeper, and maids typically ate together, but Iole’s presence at breakfast had resumed as life had normalized somewhat. It was, Narcissa had said, all but impossible to keep secrets from one’s handmaid, and if one had a good and trustworthy handmaid, it was often counterproductive not to have her aware of everything possible. “Good or bad?” Narcissa…

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Turn 9

Gathering on the roof was becoming a familiar routine—in the shade until the sun was below the horizon, then out in the open. With the entire household in on the secret, there was little concern about interruptions; it also meant that the meals appearing were now adjusted, only truly ‘meals’ for Madoc and Mirren, with Sanur heading rapidly towards dark, and for the humans of the household. There were, however, a few treats for Narcissa and Tyrel and Kaveri to nibble on, and of course the best wine comfortably watered. Thaleia, with deep gouges in shoulder and arm where she’d…

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Turn 8 pt2

(chapter continued from previous post) Clytie made a sound that might have been an inelegant snort of disgust instead of more sniffling. “She didn’t mention you even once, milady. By either name.” “People forgetting me isn’t that unusual. When they remember me, it’s normally because they want something from me or because they disapprove of me. Feel better?” “Y-yes, milady, but I almost…” “Almost, but didn’t,” Lysandra said firmly. “Do you know what we need to do now?” “N-no.” “We need to wake Hermia up and we need to go tell her and Narcissa and Madoc about this.” “But… milady…”…

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Turn 8 pt1

The entire house felt still and drowsy, as Lysandra made her way to the kitchen. Even with no light other than the moonlight in the courtyard and through the small high windows, the house was by now familiar ground, and she really didn’t need to see. All the household staff were sensibly in bed. Three of the odd foreigners who had turned their lives upside-down were out prowling again, a trio of small animals vanishing into the night-time streets in search of clues to a trail, or so they said. The fourth was up on the roof; earlier, he’d been…

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Turn 7

The rooftop had been one of the biggest selling points of this house for both Evander and Narcissa. They hadn’t known then, though, that the covered section would someday be protecting Narcissa and a quartet of foreigners from a sun that could now do more harm than an unfashionable darkening of the skin. Evander had, despite Narcissa’s disapproval, brought home a stack of reports and requests and invoices to continue going through. They’d expected a lot of extra work for a while, and recent events had only made it worse; a bit always piled up the day they left early…

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