Chapter 42

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Krizzy:
I walk with Loki into an antechamber of the court room. My brothers walk down the stairs still in their formal garments. Ig with his orange hair and Luc with red, otherwise identical besides Ig's crown and white garments to Luc's flame red tunic and black pants. Ig straps his sword back to his belt and then turns to us. From the other set of stairs our cousin Sylve enters the room.

"Welcome to House Falcon. I'm Sylvestris but everybody calls me Sylve, these are my cousins Ig, Luc, and Krizzy." Sylve beams almost bouncing with excitement in her bright yellow gown, she is the nearly the same age as I but she has a youthful exuberance befitting one several years younger. She just turned eighteen you would think she would be more mature.

"Everyone is here, let us begin." Ig says, Luc waves his hand and a small round table with five chairs appears.

"Is this every one in Falcon?" Loki looks appalled.

"No, Mother and the Aquaes are members too. The Aquaes are descended from the first Ayllarian king after the enchanting. The king had a fey mistress on the side and visited a human whorehouse on occasion and fathered children with several women other than his queen. Of course his queen murdered him on the spot when one of his illegitimate children showed up asking for the throne. The legal heir inherited a tad early..." Luc answers chuckling at the tale of our less than reputable ancestor.

"Are you all truly as young as you appear?"

"Luc and I are twins, nineteen years of age this last week, Sylve recently eighteen years, Krizzy will be eighteen this Winter Solstice." Ig informs him, "Do you have any other queries to make?"

"How long have you been king?" His eyes glint with mischief.

"A year and a week. For the next days, until your party returns to the world at large you will learning Ayllarian history and customs in the library with Dominicus the Scholar, and I heartily suggest you not try any mischief while you are here as some one might take your head off by mistake, or not. Either way you would be dead. Krizzy, what is your opinion on giving him some training as well? Same regimen as Sylve? Would that be appropriate do you think."

"Most excellent. I shall  begin at once,  brother dearest." It is my turn to grin mischieviously. 'Noon or Midnight would you say?'

'Midnight, most definitely. Capture the flag or hide and seek?'

'Both. This is going to be great.' I grin, "Luc can you escort Loki to the armory, make sure he is properly equipped."

'Defensive gear or offensive? Real or training.'

'He will be playing Capture the flag  soon, and hide and seek with the first and second legions at midnight. Your call.' I mindspeak to Luc, "Now if you will excuse, I must go and see to the training fields."




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