The Throne of Carrandolan (Part two)

Prince Tallis was seated on his throne. Not on the large golden dragon throne in the court of the city of Carrandolan. Preparations were going on in the capital for his triumphant intrada the following morning, after which he would be inaugurated as the seventh king of his dynasty. For now, he was seated on a far more modest throne, carved out of wood, meant for residence in the field, during battle times.

However, the term 'battle times' really didn't apply in this case. Two weeks ago, almost as soon as the prince had begun his march, leading a huge army of mercenaries from the Benar Ilands, with their duke as his first officer, word had come from the capital. The isle's sorceress' predictions, as well as some bird configurations, and a lucid dream all pointed in the same direction. The city forces would deflect and choose the side of the returning king. A few days later, these premonitions were confirmed by two couriers, sent from Carrandolan.

The tent was wide, with benches and cushions along the sides, and several low tables. It was lit by three large cauldrons and over a hundred candles. For the moment the only persons there were the prince, two servants by the entrance, and a fourth figure, behind the throne to the right.

"Bring her in."

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