"There are earth and molten fires and waters and skies and stars beneath our feet. And yet, with all that we have been set above, climbing greater heights is every man's burning endeavour when he strikes the others down en route his exalted throne."
~
The Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Jaycob Israel felt terribly tensed, for the assassin, Ingrid Luna-ward, had not reached the notice of Regent Jehoram, but had been stolen apart while on the way by his sworn enemy, Devland Zephaniah, who collectively bore the title of 'Regent' in colloquial reference.
It appeared as if he may have interrupted the escort of the coachmen and taken her into his grasp.
But, worse: such custody was being taken place in the hallway nearest the Head Archer's office, where the Chief Eccleissor should have no business lingering around.
