The mantra of Brits and young Mallorean Emperors everywhere - in times of stress, drink tea. And so it is that 'Zakath is at a table, drinking Mallorean tea and not really watching the room. Maybe he should get up, knock on Ismena's door, but...

Later.

After tea, and his heart-rate is back to normal.

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And the number of royalty and the number of country leaders has gone up by one when 'Zakath opens the door and steps through ( Read more... )

She sits primly at a stool by the bar, her tea largely forgotten as she sews a piece of material into something or other. Her dress, usually green, is now red and it fits her quite a bit better. Her makeups been done as well, actually.

It's a little much, but she and Adam had come to a compromise so she just looks a little dressed up as opposed ( Read more... )

So, one day an emperor walks into the bar. He's young, he's smart, he's even fairly good-looking. Clearly he was in the middle of getting dressed (or undressed) as his ankle-length white robe is undone. Not to worry, he's wearing undyed pants on underneath ( Read more... )

'Zakath has been in the bar for a few days...ever since Belgarath's revelation. Or assumption, trying to mess with his head ( Read more... )

There's a wolf in the bar, lying comfortably in front of the fire. He's a distinguished looking creature, large and stately, with a silvery ruff and shining blue eyes ( Read more... )

Every time he re-enters the bar, it gets hard. Worlds and times and his god is dead and...

And Ismena. Here. Dead. Still loving him.

Though he killed her.

Every time 'Zakath enters the bar, he remembers everything which has happened in it. Everything, which is why he turns white and stumbles into a chair.

Ace is in her 'get away from the bar' booth, staring at a rose. A cream-colored rose. With very long, sharp thorns. With a black ribbon tied around it.
Looks like she's on someone's shit list.

Every once in a while, she takes a sip of cocoa. Someone ought to rouse her a bit, before she misses dinner, the way she missed lunch.

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