Death can easily be administered to anyone regardless of how successful they were in life.
A god agrees with the nihilist in this story.
There are many tragedies in this story. Many fortunes arising, too.
But the god and the antichrist don't car...
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The Party Behind the Wall
Varbridge Palace, Ember's Rock, Saprea
The Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of food and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good wedding.
Arsinomé had a lot of trouble keeping her mind on her lessons that day. It kept wandering up to the the Wing of Affairs where Sisseno's study was, or straying off to the gardens where she found the dead body that night. She consumed her dinner that evening without noticing what she was eating, and waited to rush upstairs with Lucius to catch Sisseno and Prince Rolerio.
She decided to sit next to Artemisia and her friends. A few spaces up, Lucius and his friends chattered loudly, laughter erupting from their mouths every few moments even if the feast hadn't officially begun. Though Lucius was having fun, his eyes locked on the back of Prince Rolerio's head.
For a second, Arsinomé caught Lucius's eye. The side of her mouth quirked into a slight smile, and she slowly nodded once to him. Lucius nodded back, and their eyes disconnected.
High Queen Irene sat next to Queen Isannah at the head of the room impatiently waiting for her husband. Meanwhile, they talked about their future of sharing a grandchild, how lovely Saprea was, and how far Arsinomé had come with her search for suitors. King Azariah sat next to his wife, drumming his fingers as he waited for the food. Arsinomé's brothers and sister had been seated with the royal children, beneath a raised platform where King Augustus and Queen Irene hosted the other kings and queens.
The Queen stood up and clinked a fork to her glass several times to get everyone's attention.
"My husband is late so on the High King's behalf, I will commence the dinner. We have taken great care to prepare some of our finest Saprean delicacies and we hope you enjoy," she said stiffly, hiding an undertone of anger.
The dinner appeared on the table. The Great Hall of Varbridge was hazy with smoke and heavy with the smell of roasted meat and fresh-baked bread. More quiet conversations began to ripple throughout the Great Hall, flooding the scarcely heard music that was playing down the end of the hall.
There were pears poached in wine and tiny savory ducks with potatoes and snails. There was a dish of some lobster soup that Arsinomé shielded away from. She stretched out her fingers and snagged a bread roll from the basket at the center of the table. She waited for the sweets and pastries that she'd heard about—the cream swans, the lemon crepes in the shapes of roses, the apple rose and summer tarts, and some sweet meringue-based cookies. Still, she kept an eye on Sisseno.
Many spaces up, in a group of guests who were placed and seated by the unassuming judgement of the event organizers, Lord Sisseno was sat next to the Lakelander ambassador for the High Council of Reveon, Chancellor Lady Mariya Page. Sisseno was stoic and seemed unwilling to converse compared to his seated neighbor.
