A perfectly preserved dragon, last of its kind, stared down at Ramesses with reposeful eyes from atop of the emperor's metal throne.
Between the banners that represented the seven noble families of Tyné, Lyron and Gilbert knelt on one knee, heads dipped low. Desmond and a ghoulish-looking cardinal in red liturgical vestments stood on a raised platform that staged the throne. Emperor Leroy, whose …show more content…
"Just because you are sightless doesn't mean you must choose to be blind."
The bells on the cushion jangled when Emperor Leroy slammed a fist onto the armrest and Prince Cyrillus gave a strangled cry. Blossoming across his face was a welt, raw and angry under the glimmer of the emperor's golden magic. With eyes as sharp as a freshly-whetted blade, Aloysius held up his hand. Spirals of purple energy bristled against his skin, but the welt on Prince Cyrillus’ face began to blister and Aloysius bit down on his lips.
The purple glow withered away with Aloysius's glare and he said, “I was impolite. Father.”
"Our son will learn how to command soldiers into a basic military formation even if we must beat the knowledge into you," said Emperor Leroy. Any confusion Ramesses felt on Aloysius’s behalf, any indignation he felt on Prince Cyrillus's behalf, trickled away when the emperor turned his sightless eyes on the spot above Ramesses’ head and ordered, "Shackle up that demon pet and throw him into the labyrinth with the rats. Our son has no need of distractions until he deigns to read The Chronicle of Wars at least