"Okay, now what was *that* about?" Ling Yue asked, a hint of curiosity mixed with amusement. "Why does he like you now?"
"Well, Princess, I'm supposed to make you into an Empress. My utter genius and subtle persuasion impressed him," the Seer replied cryptically, as was his habit.
"Right," she sighed, comfortable enough with his answer to rest her head on his shoulder again.
*BAM*
The door flew open, slamming against the far end wall with a loud crash. Pieces of the door splintered and scattered across the room as Ling Yue's father stepped halfway into the dining hall, his eyes glowing red with fury.
"You! The Dao Conference. Tomorrow. *Attend!*" he barked, pointing a finger sharply at the Seer before vanishing into a mist of qi and swirling dust.
"Ah, yes, of course. Knowledge is meant to be shared!" the Seer called back in a raised tone, ensuring the departing man heard him.
