As Argrave looked at Orion, who sat rather unassumingly on the edge of his bed, he wondered if he’d chosen the timing wrong. Perhaps he’d have been better served delivering the bad news to this infamously temperamental prince if he had still been beaten half to death by a Shadowlander. At the very least, Galamon might be able to go toe-to-toe with him while everyone else escaped.

No, Argrave reasoned. A lot of stuff has happened. I need to distract him by bringing it up, and hopefully he’ll forget all about my possession of his brother’s body until I can make sure this is done diplomatically. Even as Argrave thought it, he thought it was a bit absurd—was possession of another’s body something so easily forgotten?

“You should know… we killed the Shadowlander,” Argrave began before Orion could interrogate. “It killed a great many, sadly, but it’s gone now.”

“The dead… it is a sad thing,” the bearded prince said, “But I’ve waited many months for this day, and there is gold in the mud,” he declared. “My head is clear of interfering voices. All of Vasquer’s bindings have been broken.”

Argrave rubbed his hands together, eyes moving in cautious assessment. Orion didn’t seem to despise him. He grabbed a chair in the corner of the room and pulled it up, then asked slowly, “Elenore already saw Vasquer… but the voices being gone—is that true?”

Orion nodded steadily. “Traugott’s actions summoned that foul giant of shadow, but simultaneously dispelled the whispering voices from my mind like a lantern might ward away darkness. Now… their silence buoys my calm.”

Argrave brightened almost inadvertently. Before he could speak, Anneliese asked, “It was Traugott that caused this, directly? You’re certain?”

“I am certain. I tried to chase after his flesh when he fled inside that shadow of his, and as consequence… that thing bubbled free,” Orion bitterly spat, clenching his hands against the bedframe. “But it did benefit me. Vasquer’s false gods… they trouble me no longer, yet I retain their false divinity. It astounds.”

Anneliese placed one hand against her chin, mulling his words.

Feeling he should continue to divert away from himself, Argrave said, “I think you should know something. Georgina and Duke Rovostar snuck into the palace during the chaos. They were trying to free Felipe.”

Orion stood. “What?”

“Levin stopped them. He… tackled Felipe off the mountainside,” Argrave said quietly, looking up at Orion. “They both died from the fall. Elenore saw this happen.”

Orion raised his hands up to his head as his gray eyes widened in shock. He turned away, running his fingers through his hair, damaged after the fight with the Shadowlander. He turned fast enough to stir the air stomped on the floor, shaking the room. “How could you let this happen?!”

The prince loomed dangerously over Argrave, but Galamon grabbed his arm fiercely and fearlessly. “You’re shaking the room. The Palace is already crumbling. Don’t cause more problems for His Majesty,” the knight-commander said, guttural voice low and threatening.

Argrave stared. He was good at acting calm. The key word there, though, was acting. His Brumesingers clambered out of his coat and growled at the towering prince in a tense moment.

“How can you sit there like that?” Orion continued. “They were still… your blood…”

said, “You have to carry on. Do you think your mother would like it if you

Orion closed his

nodded at Galamon before backing away. “But… Levin?” the prince sat back on the bed, clearly distressed. His fingers ran through his hair in abject despair as tears

looked in deep

suddenly, then whipped his head up and narrowed his red eyes. “Did you say that Elenore

unexpected question, petting his Brumesinger’s floppy ears. “It was through

“I thought for

and the Brumesingers disappeared back into his coat. “She

in, totally alert.

nodded. “She’s got it all back. The feet, the

dampened. “She… cannot want to see me, being as she is absent at present. I do not

off his knees Argrave rubbed the spots they’d been, feeling that a bruise was inevitable from that tight grip of his. “I can’t speak for

edition of Keeping Up With the Vasquers.

as an experiment in testing

looked to her. “What’s this

too, looked at Anneliese. “How do

more interesting is that he stopped in Relize to speak to Argrave, specifically.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “He knew you were the source of that knowledge. And expanding upon that… he may have even read that booklet you and I designed for Master Castro. Given the utter lack of

distant as he contemplated. Slowly, he

he had done independent research on the matter. You’ve told me in private that Traugott is a scholarly sort—fascinated by the

worked. The spirits of Vasquer froze the man’s portal

you are,” Anneliese continued. “When I observed him back then, he had intense curiosity about you. I

did…!” Orion began

Anneliese interrupted Orion. “Did

Orion held his head. “I have… a poor memory, generally. Hmm…” he thought back long and hard. “I remember only the last thing he said to me before vanishing. ‘I’ll watch

this was some sort

remember exactly what. If only my accursed brain did not keep such delible memories, I could offer better recollection. Forgive me,

complete enough picture,” she waved her hand, then stepped to the window and looked out across Dirracha. “Regardless, something more remains. Traugott must

evils come. That is our focus, lest we

changed,” Anneliese looked to Argrave. “And as we saw, he has the potential to be extremely dangerous. One rock in the road can halt an entire caravan,

will crush his skull in my bare hands,” he declared, moving to the window as though to jump. Anneliese stepped

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