Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven - Hugs and Wishes

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven - Hugs and Wishes

Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven - Hugs and Wishes

The Summit was an important event. It couldnt just take place in any old building.

Whoa, I said as I leaned out of the carriages window. I had to shake my head because one of my ears stayed stuck inside. Thats so pretty!

The building was just past the purple district, near the northernmost end of Goldenalden and pressed right up against the rising side of the mountain. It stuck out of the mountainside, the very back of the edifice merging into the sheer wall of stone.

It was like a cathedral, cavernous, with a peaked roof and a facade covered in careful stonework and colourful windows that were warped and shaped to produce great images. I didnt know that the sylph used stained glass, at least, I hadnt noticed any anywhere else.

Two narrow towers stood out at the front, each on a corner and rising to be half again the height of the palace itself.

I think thats the old palace, Amaryllis said. She didnt sound entirely sure about that though.

Its very nice, Awen agreed.

Our carriage moved off the main road and onto a rounded pathway made of inlaid bricks that circled around the front of the summit building. The wheels clacked and clattered over the cobbles, announcing our approach. We werent the only ones there, of course. A few other carriages were waiting by the front, and we had to settle in behind them to wait.

I was about to stick my head back into the carriage when I saw a familiar face step out of her own. Caprica! I shouted.

The princess turned our way, noticed me dangling out of the side of our carriage, then placed a gloved hand over her mouth to hide a smile. She gestured to her guards, then walked over. Hello Broccoli, she said.

Hey! How are you doing?

Im very well, thank you. Are you going to come out or will you wait until youre at the front of the line?

I glanced ahead. Whoever was in the next carriage was taking their sweet time. I guess we can get out here just fine, I said.

Amaryllis sighed. I didnt expect decorum to last, but I didnt expect it to fall apart so soon, she said. Come on, lets all get out here. Might as well roll with it and make a scene.

Laughing, I shoved myself back into the carriage, then opened the door properly. I landed next to it, then reached up to help Amaryllis and Awen down. They had big skirts, which made using the tiny steps on the side of the carriage a bit tricky.

You all look very fine this morning, Caprica said.

Thank you! I said. I have fancy pants. I like your dress, by the way.

Caprica had changed from her usual military-ish uniform into a deep red dress with a bit of black lacework along the hems. It was a very tight dress, with big pads at the shoulders and a bow on her lower back that made it look like her wings were longer. I gasped as I realized that her skirts were actually two loose pant legs.

Why thank you, Caprica said. I dont prefer this kind of dress, but it is the sort of occasion where its appropriate. Fathers here, and while he doesnt care what we wear in our day-to-day, he might whine if I showed up to this kind of thing in pants.

The king is here? Amaryllis asked.

The king is whiney? Awen asked right after.

Yes, to both, Caprica said with a poorly stifled laugh. Come on, maybe I can have you meet him before all the speeches start and your image of him is ruined. Hes a good public speaker but his talks get a little long-winded.

If everyone here is quite done speaking ill of the king, Amaryllis said, we should head in.Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

Certainly, Caprica said. Have you seen the old palace before?

No, I said as I bounced up next to her. Its really nice though, and it looks different from all the other buildings Ive seen here.

Caprica nodded along. It predates a lot of the city. Once, when Goldenalden was but a tiny town, the entirety of the city was partially underground, and the old palace served as something of an entrance to that. Once things expanded the style of construction changed significantly. The old palace was almost entirely built by a legendary stone mage who sculpted it out of the mountain.

Whoa, I said.

The art isnt lost, but its not as common as it once was. Sylph talents tend to lie in areas other than earth and stone, Caprica said.

We chatted about nothing while heading up to the front of the old palace. There were more paladins here than Id ever seen before. One on either side of the entranceway, and a third just inside, all stoic and motionless, as if they were deadly statues.

Are you sure? Amaryllis asked. I was almost convinced that you were going to faint back there.

I would hardly faint, Caprica said.

Awen took a small step closer to the princess and placed a hand on her shoulder. Its okay, she said.

Capricas cheeks reddened again. Its not what you think.

So you dont have a hopeless crush on Bastion? I asked.

Its not hopeless!

One of Amaryllis eyebrows rose up. How old is Bastion?

Theres only two and a half years between us, Caprica said. Theres nothing inappropriate there.

Except that youre a princess and hes merely a paladin, Amaryllis added.

Caprica crossed her arms. Mother was a paladin before she married Father. Theres a clear and obvious precedent. B-besides, I dont have to explain anything to you.

I walked over to Caprica, then gave her a hug. It looked like she really needed it. Its okay. Were your friends, so we were just a bit surprised and worried is all.

Caprica was a bit of a stiff hugger. Actually, that did give her one thing in common with Bastion. Thank you, Captain Bunch.

No no, I said. Dont call me Captain Bunch, thats just you trying to put some distance between us, but Ive already decided that youre my friend, and theres no distance between us because were literally hugging right now.

...What? Caprica said.

Give up, Awen said. Youve been chosen to be Broccolis friend. Theres no escaping it now.

Amaryllis reached over and tugged the back of my collar so that I had to let go of Caprica. Jokes aside, Caprica, I dont think you need to worry about what we think. Nor are we likely to blackmail you or anything. If anything you should worry more about Broccolis fumbling matchmaking attempts.

Hey, my Matchmaking skill is only at Rank D. It could use more practice.

Amaryllis clapped her wings. Lets focus a little, shall we? We didnt come here to save Capricas doomed lovelife.

Doomed?

Were here, Amaryllis continued. To attend the summit and convince the world not to go to war. I think that takes priority over Caprica doing whatever disgusting things you mammals do when you love each other.

Youre right, I said.

She is not!

I nodded. We need to put on our serious faces. Caprica, well arrange a date between you and Bastion later. For now, its time to save the world.

Do you want to go over your speech one last time? Awen asked.

I wouldnt mind that, but I think the pre-event is important too. Its one of the only chances Ill have to meet all the speakers. They might leave as soon as it's over, and this way I can make a better impression, Amaryllis said.

Cool! So, we stick together, find our targets, then ambush them with friendliness.

Yes, that, but more diplomatically. In fact, let me handle most of the talking. Well use you like a sort of social battering ram if theyre too obstinate, Amaryllis said. Oh, Caprica, did you want to help us too?

Capricas mouth opened and closed a few times. Then she frowned and glared at us.

Fine, she finally settled on.

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