Bonded to the Exiled Alpha
The Emperor gestures with a hand, and an attended comes forward, carrying something in his arms.
“Zepherin Sigmond, step forward.”
He does. I watch the Emperor stand to his own feet as well, and once more, Zen kneels down. The emperor reaches for whatever the attended had brought, and unfurls it to reveal a long cape of pitch black, trimmed with white fur near the top, and held together by two ornate braids of silver. The Emperor drapes it over Zen’s shoulders, and from where I am, I can see the back of it.
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