The Emperor's New Pony
““Princess,” called Alira through the thin wood divider that separated their stalls, “what’s wrong?” Alira’s voice was full of concern. Edera had come to love her so much more here in Maq than she had before; the way Alira had taken to the training seemed to Edera to call out to something in her own soul that she could not yet acknowledge, but hoped perhaps one day she might.
“Hush, Alira!” Melisan said from Alira’s other side, her voice nearly inaudible to Edera’s ears. “You know they will whip you if they hear you speaking!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Alira said. “They never come without making noise.”
“The emperor does!” Melisan hissed, beginning to grow agitated. Edera did not blame her: a month past, the emperor had revealed himself suddenly, in the night, to tell Edera that her country’s conquest had taken place, and that Lord Ranin had successfully pacified her people. He would return to the capital the next day to begin her real training.
But the emperor had not let them know he was th...ere until Melisan had said, “Alira, are you awake?”MoreLess
“Hush, Alira!” Melisan said from Alira’s other side, her voice nearly inaudible to Edera’s ears. “You know they will whip you if they hear you speaking!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Alira said. “They never come without making noise.”
“The emperor does!” Melisan hissed, beginning to grow agitated. Edera did not blame her: a month past, the emperor had revealed himself suddenly, in the night, to tell Edera that her country’s conquest had taken place, and that Lord Ranin had successfully pacified her people. He would return to the capital the next day to begin her real training.
But the emperor had not let them know he was th...ere until Melisan had said, “Alira, are you awake?”MoreLess
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