Preceptor Sparhawk:

It is our hope that this finds you and your family in good health.

A matter of some delicacy has arisen, and we find that your presence is required here in Chyrellos. You are therefore commanded by the Church to proceed forthwith to the Basilica and to present yourself before our throne to receive our further instruction. We ( Read more... )

Martel keeps an office of sorts at the palace, besides the obligatory apartments that they rarely use. It's convenient, particularly now--with so many arrivals and so much news to sort through, everyone is busy or some approximation of. There's little for him to do yet, personally, and thus far he's spent a lot of time keeping abreast of the ( Read more... )

Martel's leaning over the plans of the palace that they've dug out of storage, spread across the table. He and Ehlana have their backs to the door, across the table from the others in the council room. "But is this all sustainable?"

"Of course it is, your Majesty. Your guardsmen are going to have to get accustomed to the changes, but there's no ( Read more... )