He proceeded to point out our blood relationship, and that he was indeed, eligible as my heir. He seemed quite smug with himself as we discussed the matter, but blanched when I mock-threatened to turn to House over to him entirely. Little did we know...
After that, I spend a lovely afternoon with cousin Velvet entertaining Crown Prince of Alanhame. We were able to gather enough details of their military strength to know that his highness was a bit overly assured of their chances against Amber. This went on until dinner.
The evening proved to be a bit more exciting, though all of us could have done without it. I could do no more than comfort Queen Vialle as my uncle lay bleeding from the assassin's arrow. Until Desire called to me to say that the assassin was heading to Glorethien...
I stepped through the Trump into a scene of carnage. Bodies and blood covered the floor. I wandered among them, heedless of the pools I stepped into, as my somewhat bewildered cousins drew their own conclusions.
I paused near one body, sprawled on the stairs leading up to the throne, and knelt to close the eyes. "Do you know him?" I heard Eve ask me.
I stood, fury icing my voice as I again swept my gaze over the bodies of the Glorethien Royal court. "This was my liege."
The following hours passed in a blur as I moved swiftly to cement my position and bring things under control before all hell broke loose. I thanked my father countless times during that long night for teaching me as he had.
The other had long since left, except for dear Harlan, never straying far from my side, and Christoph, who was near when Harlan or Jero were not. Jero was less than pleased when I officially declared him my heir and handed Maadari over to him. I could no longer remain head of house, and with jero as my heir, I could still count on the full support of four members of the Council. I had no doubts that Haauviel was already plotting some way to rectify the current situation, and I made sure he was watched as well.
It was near morning, after I had spoken with **** that I made my way back to the throme chamber. The room had been cleaned of any evidence of the night's ghastly work, but my mind overlaid the memory of the scene on the ivory marble. I paused where I had found Uncle Alberdan's body, gazing at the place where my liege and dear friend had died, his throat slit open.
And I feared that this was only the beginning.