Chateau Cascade: The Leyline War - Prelude to Chaos by Dusty Ridgeman

Author:Dusty Ridgeman [Ridgeman, Dusty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

The Machinations of the Destiny Throne

In the heart of the Chateau there was a grand throne room. A pair of great outer doors acted as the singular entrance to this chamber, guarding it from all would-be intruders. These doors were carved from raw amethyst, great chunks of jagged gemstone jutting out in all directions. Guarding the threshold were a half-dozen royal guards adorned in elegant blue-tinted plate armor, wielding pikes, and wearing expressions of slack boredom. If there was some elaborate contraption employed to prise and shut these massive doors, it was a well-kept mystery; they seemed to open and shut of their own accord or, perhaps, at the whims of the queen herself. They were usually closed, and the room itself usually unoccupied. On this day, the doors were shut but the room was not vacant.

The throne room was a long rectangle, with a rich violet strip of carpet cutting a straight path all the way from the great amethyst doors to the throne itself – and what a throne to behold! It was formed entirely from a rainbow of raw gemstones, and this had the effect of making it look like a particularly uncomfortable place to sit. The walls of the chamber were covered in gold-gilded mirrors and blue velvet. One could easily begin to feel disoriented if they stared too long into that hallway of mirrors.

On this day, a waifish girl sat Indian-style on her throne with her fingertips lightly pressed together. She wore a violet chemise which left little to the imagination, but she showed no concern for her modesty. She might have been meditating, except her eyes were open and her brow was furrowed in concentration. Many vibrant beams were projecting out from the glowing gems in her throne, ending in a kaleidoscope of rainbow lights which swirled and danced around her like photon butterflies. Her ancient steelberry-grey eyes flickered to and fro, as if she were intent on not missing some small, ephemeral detail in the lights. Rafael, her most trusted advisor, stood nearby. He wore a look of concern on his face as he stood beside the throne, arms crossed. Staring out at her with his grey eyes, he inclined his head slightly and ran a hand through his long violet hair. The physical similarity between the two was striking; if anyone else had been in the room, they might have easily mistaken the pair as twins. However, no one else was there to notice.

Acelia's eyes continued searching until Rafael finally broke the silence. “Is it him again?”

“Not today,” she said, absentmindedly, in her sing-song voice. “I have not seen him since the spider in the desert.”

“The moonling will keep him safe. Sending it along was one of your better ideas, my Lady.” Rafael's arms were still crossed, and his simple tradesman's clothes stuck out in stark contrast to the grandeur of the room.

“Poor young Jak. Poor Lunarm. Poor babes.” Her eyes gleamed wetly but continued to flicker as the rainbow light ran across them.

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