~Queen Nyaha “That’s the best I can do. It should hide your marks but not cover up so much as to offend an interested master,” Odwill said. The elderly servant finished positioning the decorative cuffs over Chalice’s biceps, patting his arm with the familiar touch of a man who’d watched over his charge since birth. “Thanks Odwill, it should do fine.” Chalice gave his manservant a reassuring smile. He knew the older man didn’t approve of Chalice’s plans. However, he couldn’t argue with Chalice’s mother. Although his mother had died during Chalice’s birth, her powers as a seer were legendary. Knowing she would die during labour, she’d chronicled advice to her unborn son and uploaded it into the royal archives. Her encryption key died with her so no one would be able to alter them or read ahead. Once a week, the device would chime and advice from beyond the grave would appear on the screen. Not once had she steered him wrong. When Chalice was younger, he’d thought of her as his imaginary friend—always there when he needed help.
