“Hello, your Majesty. I come with news that bodes well for our effort.” Came the rasping voice from the darkness in front of the throne. “She will arrive soon.” “You must not fail.” I said. “Yes, your Majesty.” Was the reply. “Go now, and gather all the able-bodied soldiers you need. I expect you back here in two mentans’ time. Plecais.” I commanded. “Plecais.” Said the voice.
“Yes, your Majesty.” Was the reply. “Go now, and gather all the able-bodied soldiers you need. I expect you back here in two mentans’ time. Plecais.” I commanded. “Plecais.” Said the voice.
“She is coming.” A dismayed voice said. “I know, but we have tried everything we can and nothing has worked!” Came another. I straightened my coat and exhaled. It was time. Clasping my hands behind my back, I stepped into the room. “Prince Dynaeus!” The voices said reverently. “Council,” I greeted them. “I have been notified of her presence.
Worry not, I will be there to greet her and protect her personally. She will not be harmed.” “So young, yet so wise,” “Just like his father,” came the murmurs. “Please, please." I said, inwardly grinning. “I am gratified, but I am not so much a ruler as a subject of the Council, of you.” “And charming, too,” whispered a female member of the Council.
“Good day and good luck. Feaanem.” “Feaanem.” Chorused the Council. I bowed and exited the room, worry boiling in my stomach.
end of prologue.