𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦,
𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚.
𝘕𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦,
𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚.
The Artemisians were a vain and self-centred lot. And it was no wonder that they'd forgott...
【 CHAPTER TWO】 nisha kumar (MEN!TAL! TRAU!MA! *DISTANT KAZOO PLAYING DESPACITO IN B MINOR*)
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Research wing. Bottom level.
Lovely woman, Sybil. Nonetheless, she made her way to the palace research wing, her posture knife straight. Thaumaturge Mira didn't like tardiness or people appearing before her looking rumpled any more than Queen Levana did.
A few minutes passed. Then, almost silent footsteps. One in heels and one military standard. Thaumaturge Sybil Mira and Sir Jacin Clay stepped into sight. The woman eyed her with a cool gaze.
'Do you have another one of your chips?' she asked, her tone making it clear that it was not a question but a demand.
Nisha wordlessly held up her right arm, a gleaming chip nestled in between her fingers. She made sure that she didn't accidentally touch the electric suction cup function. It could be sensitive when it wanted to be.
Thaumaturge Mira didn't even bother to reach out. Nisha wondered why her father had married into this family. Pandora Mira was not much better than her older sister.
She walked an extra few steps to pass it to Jacin, who'd been watching the scene impassively. She rolled her eyes when she was out behind Thaumaturge Mira's and out of her sight. The dead neutrality of his eyes sparked before he caught himself and squashed down his emotions. Nisha sighed inwardly. She supposed this was to be expected.
He plucked the device from her fingers.
'I will wait for the prince in the hallways and get him into the elevators,' said Thaumaturge Mira. 'Be there to tail him when he gets out.'
'Yes, Thaumaturge Mira.' She clicked at her earpiece. At least there were no cymbals rattling her skull this time.
The two stepped into the elevator. She waited until she couldn't sense their bioelectricity anymore before she slid down to the floor, hugging her legs. She rested her head against the knees. Her port chimed.
Sleeping on the job? That's not very professional.
-Damsel
I won't tell if you won't.
-Nyx
It's be our little secret. Stars know you need it.
-Damsel
Nisha chuckled and clipped her port back on her belt. She would have found a blind spot to rest in if she hadn't already gotten rid of all of them. She just had to hope Damsel wouldn't rat her out.
Hours passed before she heard voices on the other end. She tuned out most of the political blabber and focused on their location.
