The King's Edge

himself on the forehead and muttered, "As soon as he entered his suite, Babblin

eful tan-colored cat with a rich brown mask and paws walked in

mes up in my hall, and I blather. Then, like a five-year-old being told to skip supper, I let Hollowcrest chase me away. But perhaps I ought t

troglodyte, a moniker he had acquired for his propensity for investigating the Barracks' dusty, abandoned tunnels and corridors. A drawin

usinesswoman trying to sell you something. a person who watches out for others. What a great companion and ally she would be. possibly more. He gave a longing grin. But I made her feel uneasy.

you're attempting to convince me that, despite my little romantic musings being of great interest to me, they don't matter to anybo

hile looking out the window at the snow-covered landscape. Xena had been a welcome diversion, but as th

push me around anymore," as he went to his suite. a "babbling idiot." He

h a faint thump from the bedroom. He climbed up onto the desk next to the window

my hall, and I babble." "And after that, I let Hollowcrest chase me away like I was a five-year-old being forced to ski

, "Very awful. Trog ignored Sespian's issues as he

stuffy matron dedicated to upholding the warrior caste's ideals or some scheming businesswoman trying to sell y

erefore. ridiculous social norms. I ponder how things would have gone if I had been a

to convince me that, despite my little romantic musings being of great interest to me, they don't matter to anybody else.

g. But after three years of Hollowcrest serving as regent, I suppose I grew accustomed to obeying his directives. And everyone else did

porcelain cup of apple herb tea on a silver plate into the room was the servant Jed

rrived every day, becoming a persistent and detestable companion. Tea at lea

ckled by the fragrant mixture of herbs, which warmed and calmed him as it pas

t first opened a few years ago, the business had grown quickly to become the most well-liked gambling location in the city. Despite reports of i

s to her outfit of a parka, an ankle-length skirt, tights, and a fitting jacket. In

icult to breathe due to the dense smoke from the tobacco and warkus marijuana, as well as the od

of the wall broke off and began to move. It then slid down one of the numerous tracks on the floor and clanked into a brand-new opening on the other side of the pit. As the first wall finished, two more started to move. A bulky guy in a white tunic exited the maze's dead end and started looking for another way. On tread