I wake up warm. A smile tugs at my lips and I burrow my face further in the warmth of my quilt. It’s hard because of being set on the ground, but so deliciously warm. I had no idea that after getting so little sleep the last three nights, even sleeping in a tent would be so nice. Something tugs at

Zen puts a hand at the small of my back, and we exchange a look. I give him a thumbs up. I’m grateful for his presence, because this place is so big, I feel infinitesimally small in comparison. We pass through another set of massive doors, and into a grand foyer, where marble columns reached toward

I know he told me to have faith, but at this rate we won’t even have time to look for a gravesite. Before I can think better of it, my hand reaches for the sleeve of his jacket. At once, both Zen and the Empress turn their attention to me. I swallow thickly, but keep my chin up and my gaze on Zen.

We pass through the gardens. Cold breeze blows through the vast expanse of open space. The snowfall from last night has melted some, leaving little slushes of melted snow around, which servants are busy cleaning. “The gardens are a sight to behold in the spring,” Zen tells me, noticing my stare “I

Understanding seems to flicker over her face “The Imperial family is blessed by the goddess, and their abilities surpass those of a normal man by large. His Highness was sent on his own request.” I nod, absorbing the information. We enter a hall with portraits lining the walls. Andrea tells me bri