Page 63 of Triplets for the Dark Elf
I bare my teeth at him in the only language they know and grab the handle to the master’s door. “It willneverbe your turn,” I say with certainty, stealing the smug expression from his face. He glowers at me as I turn the handle and enter.
I am pleased with myself, until that too is stolen from me.
31
KRAL ISHIRAYA
The silence of my study is a blessing.
It is free from the fickle emotions of court, and insulated from the whims of my family. Many in my position might have abused the authority of it by now, but I’d rather be studying the royal accounts, hidden away in my private chambers.
My brother, the King, respects my wishes to a point. But he insists that I still make appearances from time to time, so our subjects don’t think I’ve disappeared entirely from proper society. They’ll begin to wonder and talk.
It’s the talk that I hate most.
Even those I respect are prey to it, where I am immune. It is no wonder why, however. We all know the story of how I was forced to seal away my emotions because they were simply too powerful when tethered to my magical abilities.
It’s easier this way.
I prefer it, not having to worry about the subtleties that plague every interaction as the Archduke of my brother’s kingdom. They will say one thing and mean something entirely different. They should simply pass around a ledger and sign their names under friend or foe, so that I know which to trust and which to have executed. I don’t enjoy parsing through their words like puzzles to be solved.
Numbers make more sense than they.
A soft knock at my door makes my shoulders tense. I say nothing, in hopes that it is a stray Zagfer who will leave if I do not respond. The knock comes again and I sigh, surrendering the pages to my desk. “Go away.”
The door opens a crack, and I realize it cannot be a servant. A servant wouldn’t dare disobey an order from the Archduke. So, it must be one from among my family, coming to pry at why I have not left my chambers in days.
His presence is subtle but unmistakable. “Cousin,” comes his silky voice. “Don’t these walls grow tiresome?”
“They suit me quite well, actually,” I grumble, lowering my head as if I am engrossed in my work, though I am the furthest thing from it. His very presence raises my hackles. “Don’tyouhave some party to attend in the city, Carisu?”
“Not without you, Kral,” he says, levering off the wall and making himself at home in my study. He falls into one of my favorite overstuffed chairs and runs his hands up the arms. When I turn to glare at him, a smug look has taken over his dark face, and one leg is draped lazily over the other, his fine shoe waggling impatiently. “Come out with me tonight. I insist.”
“Insist all you like,” I respond, “I much prefer the company of my books-”
“Which have been balanced and balanced again!” he cries, slamming a fist against the padding of the chair, hardly making a thud. “You have not been seen in public for over a fortnight. Do you even exist anymore, cousin? The other nobles are beginning to question it.”
I straighten the pages in front of me and sigh, considering what my brother had told me, not so long ago.I cannot make you do anything, brother, but please, for the sake of our family, you must uphold our social status.
An Archduke that doesn’t ever socialize is not a proper Archduke at all.
You are an extension of us, and should flaunt our power and influence among the higher caste. There is a city for you to explore. Explore it!
And carry with you our name in pride.
I scoff under my breath, shaking my head. “Explore, huh?”
“What was that?” Carisu asked, leaning forward in his chair. Out of all our family, he always had the keenest of our sharp elven ears. “You admit it, then? You will come out with me?”
“I said nothing of the sort.”
That smile is back as Carisu flashes his sharp canines. “I have just the place in mind for you, cousin. Maybe it will liven you up a bit and bring a healthy flush to your cheeks in the process.” He stands in a sweep of his finely cut surcoat and offers a hand. “The women will fall at your feet—and mine too—if you make an appearance.”
With the utmost consideration, I return the sheaves to their binder. “I have no interest in seeking out trouble with you on the streets of Vhoig. You have friends who would gladly-”
“But they are rats! Son of K’sheng that can’t even vote in parliament! They are nothing in the light of you, oh great Archduke of Vhoig.” He closes the distance between us and grabs my shoulders, nearly shaking me with his frustration. “What can I do to convince you to leave this hovel?”
I push him away. “Go bother someone else. I will hear no more of this nonsense.”