The King's Edge

r humorless attitudes were so identical, I wondered whether it was

pprehensive and uneasy at the same time. For what purpose had the Commander of the Armies asked to meet with her? Was the news terrible or good? Furthermore, why would he bother with someone of h

d, one of th

ere to keep the Commander's toes warm that night. Xena was fu

t help but note the many structures that dotted the installation as they strolled across the snow-covered grounds. The guard, however, g

, "Pretentio

ked open as they entered the structure, exposing a single corridor with doors on each side. The corridor was embellished in a garish but unified

he fought the temptation to clean it. She went forward while firmly

f a closed door on the third floor. She turned to her buddy and whispered, "Thank you," as he left her to deal with the military alone. The soldier discreetly opened th

om's functional furnishings as her boots thudded on the cool hardwood floor. She wanted to start shifting tacks about, but the twi

the chaotic stack of papers and folders on his desk to the thinking, "So, this guy is in charge of educating the Disapproving Stare class." Knowing he probably didn't appreciate people touching his things, she clasped her hands behind her

l Ace," as Xena corrected her footing on a creakin

the man's cynical undertone obscu

t of the Mildawn Business School for Women's final term, he remarked as he turned the top page to reveal a new one. "when was the year when your coal miner father perished away from black lung illness. You dropped

derpaid for the months he was unwell before he died away. Up until his passing, I worked, took ca

ery last bit of her history was not startling, but knowing that he had taken the time to look into it worried her. She questioned, "What h

e. Why not start your own business or get a job elsewhere? Nowadays, it seems like intel

was aware that the conservatives were concerned about their increasing financial clout. Why does he bring it up at this time? Xena shifted her weight once more as she tr

e otherwise, Hollowcrest

perficial. I want to work for the throne, not for myself. Sir, I want t

ed as he flipped a few more pages at his desk as the stove's embers

nitiative? Finally, Hollowcrest enquired.

ies not been interrogations but interviews instead? S

ck slightly. Have you heard of a

assassin for crimes comm

have all died as a result of him in the last five years. Xena's mouth dropped as the list went on. The wanted poster does not specify the scope or quantity

rians and the Nurians, according to Hollowcrest. Additiona

th, sir. The news repor

one's wrath, Hollowcrest said. "Our foes peruse our publications. Naturally, we

ile starting to retain an imparti

est aske

t five years. Where was he before that? The work of a young, ri

ermining whether she was deserving of whatever information he might have to provide

to be available for assassinations, thus his presence here is unsettling. In a few weeks, Sespian will be celebrating his nineteenth birthday, and