Protected by Evangeline Anderson

Author:Evangeline Anderson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Evangeline Anderson Books
Published: 2016-07-18T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Location: Femme 1—also known as Majorah Prime, seat of the Goddess Empress Sundalla the 999th, Supreme Ruler of the galaxy—the Empress’s bedchamber.

Time: Only moments before the Empress’s Ascendance to the Heavens.

“You can go in now. She’s calling for you.”

Captain Kristoff Verrai of the Empress’s Imperial Guard nodded at the attendant and entered the royal bedchamber. Inside he was greeted with imperial splendor, as befitted a ruler who was also worshipped as a deity.

The walls were covered in pure, hammered gold, worked with intricate carvings and decorated with precious gems. The carpet was the softest tellah fur, pure white dotted with red and black spots and swirls. The bed itself was a massive affair—a thick, luxurious mattress piled high with gold brocade pillows embroidered with silver threads and covered in a matching duvet. It sat atop a raised dais, almost like a throne.

Propped up in the center of all this splendor was a thin, pale figure—very white against the rich gleam of the pillows.

It was the Goddess Empress herself, Sundalla the 999th—and she was dying.

Kristoff came forward at a respectful pace, changing his own skin tone to match the golden tone of the room around him. It was a royal color—only those males who served in the Empress’s personal Imperial Guard were allowed to assume it. His eyes, as he climbed the dais, changed from plain brown to concentric rainbow rings, also to honor her rank. The Empress was the only female in the galaxy known to have a rainbow aura—the pure light of divinity and perfection surrounded her.

Though only those who had the Vision could see it.

Kristoff had the Vision—it had come to him at an early age. He had been only five when his mother—a noblewoman of Majorah Delta—had brought him along to court. During the royal procession when the Empress passed by, he had cried out in wonder,

“Muhmuh—look! A rainbow! The Empress has a pet rainbow!”

The Empress had heard and stopped the entire procession. Turning, she came back to where Kristoff and his mother were standing.

“Who speaks of our aura?” she demanded, an imperious look on her beautiful face.

“My Lady Goddess,” Kristoff’s mother gasped, dropping into a low, frightened curtsy. “Oh, please forgive my son! Kristoff is only five cycles old and he sometimes speaks out of turn.”

“No, my good woman—do not fear.”

The Goddess Empress had crouched before Kristoff, who looked at her wonderingly. She was beautiful—divinely beautiful with long golden hair, unlike the blue-black shade of most Majorans, and sharp green eyes the color of emeralds which seemed to see into his very soul.

“Now then—Kristoff, is it?” she asked softly, looking at him.

“Yes,” Kristoff said. And then, when his mother nudged him sharply he added, “MyLadyGoddess,” in a breathless rush.

“Kristoff,” the Empress said. “Look at me and tell me what you see.”

Kristoff looked up at her, drinking in her divine beauty. It filled his small heart to overflowing.

“A rainbow,” he whispered, reaching up one hand to describe an arc around her golden hair. “Here…all around you. Is it your pet?”

The Empress smiled.

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