"Leksi, may I have a word?"
I did not like her tone. It was weak. It was quiet.
I swear if the king laid another finger on her, I swear...
"What's the matter, Genya?"
"The King requests an audience."
"But the Darkling..."
"With you."
"With me?"
She nodded.
"What for?
"I don't..."
"Does the Darkling know about this?"
"I..."
So, no.
"Should I go then?"
How would he react if he found out? I suppose he didn't have to...
"Leksi, you can't say no to the king."
I nodded, acknowledging her statement. She was right, after all. He was still king.
"Lead the way."
"Ah, Leksi I believe. How wonderful to have you join me."
"Moi Tsar," I greeted.
It was so unnerving not seeing the Darkling on the throne. It was hard to believe there was a time when Grisha did not rule. That I was living in it. Bizarre.
"My dear, you must wonder why I've summoned you here. I am sure you have plenty to attend to as one of the Darkling's favoured Grisha, so I will not keep you here too long."
"Does the Darkling know about my presence here?"
He paused. Something was off.
"He will in time. But I thought I would run this by you first, considering..."
"Considering what, your majesty?"
"It would do you some good to not interrupt your king."
I swore he muttered grisha scum, but I could not fully make out his last words.
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The Summoners' Heir
FanfictionBorn to both light and shadows, I'm respected but feared. I have lived many centuries and served as a general under the Darkling and Mother's reign. In a desperate attempt to flee an ambush, I unknowingly used merzost. Little did I know that I had r...
