The Midnight Realm – Chronicles of the Stone Veil Read Online Sawyer Bennett

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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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CHAPTER 7

Amell

Leaning against the open door that leads out onto the balcony off my suite, I stare at Otaxis, pondering the ways I could make life better for the inhabitants. It was a good start, cleaning things up, adding lighting. The night sky that hides the cavern ceiling still lends to the darkness our kind favors, but the jeweled stars add beauty, which had never been important to Kymaris.

Can’t say it was important to me either, but when Zora tasked me with keeping the Underworld quelled of any additional thoughts of uprising, I knew the best way to do that would be to improve living conditions. Next up, I’ll work on infrastructure and commerce to level out the disparity between nobles and the lower caste. Unhappy citizens want to rally for change. The desire for change can easily be fanned into a burning desire for insurrection.

A knock on my door has me turning. Calix enters and offers a slight bow. “All the preparations are done for the arrival of the nobles. Would you like me to provide for any form of entertainment?”

I shake my head. “Not this time.”

Calix looks disappointed, but I don’t give a fuck. Kymaris always had some sort of debauchery going on when she had guests. It often involved debasement of humans or the lower caste fae and daemons.

Not that I’m against debauchery, although my tastes and Kymaris’s are quite different. It’s that I want to keep this meeting with the nobles all about the tough business of ferreting out potential traitors. It’s not a party but a fact-finding mission.

“Is the meeting closed, or will you want servers?” he asks, hands clasped before him.

“Someone to serve drinks only,” I reply. “No food.”

“I’d be happy to—”

“Actually, I need you to do something else for me.”

Calix inclines his head. “Whatever Your Menacing Scrumptiousness desires.”

I glare at Calix. I should rip his tongue out to stop him from using such ridiculous platitudes in my title, but there are more important things to focus on. “I want you to travel to Vyronas and seek out my daughter, Thalia. Explain to her that Zora has forbidden me from leaving and that I’d like her to visit whenever she can. Let her know the means to travel are within the book.”

“The book?” Calix asks with interest.

I’ve got no intention of spilling any secrets to one of Kymaris’s former servants. “She’ll know what I’m talking about.”

Another look of disappointment, but I stare the man down. It takes less than a second for him to start bobbing and backing out of my room. “I’ll just see to a server for tonight and then I’ll be on my way.”

A thought strikes me, one that’s been brewing for a few days. “Where did you put Nyssa?”

“The kitchens, Your Highness.”

“Have her serve.”

“Of course,” Calix says, edging toward the door without showing me his back. I suspect that’s hundreds of years of training when he served Kymaris. She never let anyone turn their back on her.

“On second thought,” I muse as another thought strikes, “I’ll see to Nyssa. You go on to Thalia and deliver my message.”

Yeah, the human woman has been plaguing my thoughts since she arrived. I decided to keep her but haven’t figured out what to do with her. It was her brazenness, lack of fear, and out-of-control spirit that rendered me unable to disconnect from the possibilities. I’ve stopped myself half a dozen times from seeking her out, but this is a good opportunity to see if she’s calmed down any.

I’m not sure what it says about me that I hope she hasn’t.

I hope she’s still as feral as she seems. Murderous, for sure, but oddly, I didn’t smell true evil on her.

Of course, you don’t have to be evil to sin. One good sin is enough to get you here, but for all her bravado about being glad she killed that man, she doesn’t seem wicked in any other way.

More’s the pity.

A puzzle is what she is.

A very pretty puzzle that I’d like to figure out. Something to break the boredom of millennia trapped in Hell.

I move through the castle, trying to avoid eye contact so I’m not stopped. There’s always a bustle of Dark Fae within these halls as the business of running the Underworld cannot be done single-handedly. In addition to those who serve me and my needs as ruler, nobles and their families live in various apartments within the luxury of the obsidian towers.

Still, it’s not overly crowded. The castle could easily house a thousand, but there are probably only a quarter of that living here currently. Many moved out to their own homes in Otaxis once I took the throne and made upgrades.

I halt at the doorway leading into the kitchen, and the bustle of workers all dressed in brown makes the search for Nyssa difficult. Upon the hard crack of leather on skin, my head turns, and I see Rhynda—a Dark Fae ravager who was in service to Kymaris—striking someone across the back.


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