Chapter 36: A Strategic Move For His Succession

Chapter 36: A Strategic Move For His Succession

She had plans, but Tori did agree to accompany him to parties he was invited to, so she felt obligated to go. She expected him to tell her about an event one of these days. However, she didnt think hed inform her the day before.

Tori had looked at him with disbelief. That was cutting it too close. Way too close. She needed to mentally prepare. Yet, she couldnt go back on her word. She was the one who told him to just tell her when and thats what he did. New novel chapters are published on

This is your fault, Tori. You didnt specify. She looked at herself in the mirror, and Ilyana, with the determination of a true soldier, tried her best to do her hair behind her. This is just a luncheon, Ilyana. A bun or a ponytail will do.

No. Ilyana was firm in her rejection. Youre going to escort His Highness. You need to look presentable.

Tori narrowed her eyes a bit. Did this mean that her day-to-day hair was even worse than she thought?

Presentable is fine, but lets not get carried away. Piers said this is mostly an academic circle and its a casual lunch.

Ilyana shook her head. You dont know what casual means to a prince.

Tori stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. Youre right. I cant trust his level of comparison. His opinion of a low-key carriage greatly differed from hers. She wasnt going to be in her element with academics, anyway. Who knew what else shed face?

She already counted herself lucky that Csilla and Armando had helped her sort through the dresses she brought from Presidio and classified them by where it was most appropriate to wear them. Tori had no clue what to wear outside of Lyce and everyday commoner clothing.

The game was a mishmash of historical European styles. Shed seen elaborate baroque dresses to Edwardian dresses, like the one she was currently in, to simpler middle ages clothing that reminded her of Renaissance faires. Normally, shed be curious as to see if there was a class or regional reason for the style of dress, but she had her hands full at the moment.

She limited herself to observing the tastes of the nobles and wealthy elite, which were Lions Gates target market. Their styles would dictate the styles the less wealthy and common would eventually wear, though altered for affordability.

Evening dresses were larger and more elaborate. There were more details, more jewelry was worn, and make-up and hair was much more intricate. In the daytime, people of means tended to wear hats to events, likely because of the sun. The clothing was still elegant, but less complex and not nearly as layered.

The ruffles on her dress werent as long or protruding as her rococo-era evening gowns. She also didnt need to wear a hoop, just a simple corset that she and Ilyana didnt tighten too much over her fancy outfit shift. The dress was a light blue color with a high neckline. Her hat was matching in color with lace ribbons and silk flowers around the band.

Okay, it should stay under your hat without a problem, Ilyana said as she stepped back, her critical brown eyes looking at Toris hair that had been brushed and pulled back, braided at her temples, and then allowed to fall over her shoulder in curly tendrils. Im going to pin the hat to your head.

Oh...okay? Tori tensed with a small wave of panic. Her eyes were wide as she looked at Ilyana going to her bed to pick up the wide brimmed, ice blue hat from the hat box. Do you have much experience with this?

Its simple. We take these pins that came with the hat and pin it through the hat and into your hair to keep it in place in case there is wind, Ilyana said, holding the hat in one hand and a long metal pin with blue beads at one end in the other.

She had to trust her friend. Tori sat still as Ilyana carefully adjusted the hat over her head. Youve done this before?

My mother always wears hats, so I have a lot of experience, Ilyana said, proud. Tori felt the metal pin slide through her hair, gently brushing against her scalp. Ilyana used two more to secure the hat before she released Tori. And were done!

She looked at Toris reflection in the mirror with pride. Tori tilted her head from side to side gently. The hat felt secure.

All right. Just in time, too, she said, glancing at the window. It felt that they had been getting ready all morning and she hadnt had any time to lift a brush pen to begin the invitations. She let out a heavy sigh. I havent gotten anything done today.

Ilyana frowned and wrinkled her nose. Dont worry about the invitations. Henrik and I will get started on them.

Toris eyes crinkled up a bit and she bit her lips. She learned brush calligraphy when she was twenty-eight in her original world and was pretty good at it. Shed learned to apply it to the writing system in Soleil and thought it looked nice, and wanted to use it for the invitations. Even if she didnt use brush calligraphy, her regular handwriting was still surprisingly better than Ilyana and Henriks.

She wasnt sure she wanted them to write the invitations.

Its fine, I can do them when I get back, Tori said. Its just lunch. I should be back by this evening. You and Henrik just go with the plan to check on the prototypes at Madam Midstroms.

Ilyana nodded and Tori got up from her seat. With her long-sleeved, high-necked dress, she still chose to wear a light spider silk and mohair cloak to keep the chill out. The lunch was going to be indoors, but she still had to walk through the campus, ride a carriage to the venue, then walk inside. She could take off the cloak once indoors.

She carefully put her cloak on and Ilyana followed her outside.

Most students were off campus, going around the city or working on other projects on weekends. Students who were local tended to go home at least one of the days, so there werent a lot of people. Ewan and Albert went home for the weekend, Henrik slept in and, if anything, was just waking up. He and Ilyana had to deal with Lions Gate errands that afternoon.

The twins were spending their weekends practicing for the spring Three-Day Competition. There were nowhere near as many people scattered across campus as usual. Still, Toris out of the ordinary attire, attracted the curious gazes of a few students who lingered at Lyce. She kept her eyes forward and fixed them on the main gate.

She heard Ilyana gasp behind her and Tori felt her tug at her arm. Hes here to pick you up!

Tori tried not to make a disturbed face. She was starting to wonder if Piers familiarity with her was starting to appear as romantic interest to her friends. No one voiced it, but she had a feeling. For one thing, Ilyana had stars in her eyes at that very moment and made it sound as if the imperial carriage waiting for her at the main gates were picking her up for a date.

This was not a date with Piers. This was a strategic move for his succession.

Thats how we arranged it, Tori said, calm. And Axton is coming, too. Two people trying to bring attention to Piers was better than one. At least, she hoped. Axton shouldve been the one attending these events with Piers to begin with, but Tori didnt actually know if they attended events. Knowing Axton, hed just go with whatever Piers wanted, which was not attending any.

Then youll be with two handsome escorts! Ilyana said, enthusiastically. She looked over Tori once more and pouted. I hope we didnt underdress you.

Tori sighed as they reached the gate. I doubt Im underdressed.

The door to the carriage was opened by a footman and Axton stepped out, adjusting a cravat as he gave her a nod. Ready?

Her eyes went up and down his dark gray suit that seemed tailored to his body. His hair was neatly combed and tied back from what she could see under his hat. Why did he look like some nineteenth century gentleman? Wasnt this a bit much for lunch?

Lord Gyles home isnt too far, but we should leave now. Piers leaned forward and peered out of the door. She caught a glimpse of his black coat, silvery waistcoat over a white shirt, and pants in a style similar to Axtons. She silently screamed.

Fuck, I am underdressed. It was too late to change. Tori swallowed her frustration and climbed into the carriage, waving at Ilyana as she took her seat. Axton followed after her, taking a seat next to Piers, as the carriage door was shut. As she looked across at the two young men, she compared their outfits to her own.

Since it was lunch, she went with a relatively simple dress. It was still high quality and had small, intricate details, but now she was clearly outshined by her two friends. It bothered her that she was the odd one out in her Edwardian strolling outfit while they were in Victorian suits. Not to mention that they were already far better looking than her.

It wasnt as if she could tell them to coordinate dressing eras, either.

You picked a good dress for today, Axton said, smiling. Impressive hat, too. Not too big, so its good for an indoor meal.

It matched with the dress, Tori said, somewhat apathetic. Mama bought it.

Axton nodded, as if understanding. You dont seem like youd go out of your way to buy dresses for these things. Half the time I see you, youre in training clothes.

Tori cracked a small smile. I think Im underdressed. Piers said this was going to be a luncheon, so I didnt pick anything too elaborate.

It is, Axton said, waving his hand as he glanced out the window. But like yourself, I also dont often go shopping for such events. I cant even remember the last time I went to a lunch like this.

Tori drew her lips inward. That wasnt a good sign. It seems she was right and the two hadnt socialized much. She understood that. Shed rather be in her dorm working on invitations at that moment, too.

We just went with what we already had, Axton said, looking back at her with a reassuring smile. Its either training clothes, my uniform, everyday clothes, or this. He pinched part of his coat and pulled it forward. If anything, we are overdressed.

She let out a low breath. She could trust Axtons assessment of things a bit better than Piers. At least she hoped it was better than Piers. She looked over at the first prince, who seemed to lazily lean back against the seat across from her, legs crossed and arms over his lap, as he looked out the window.

When did you get invited to Lord Gyles lunch?

Two days ago. I met him at Universit. He was giving a guest lecture on the fabric industry in the western region.

Tori narrowed her eyes. So, he couldve told her two days earlier. What should I expect at this lunch?

She almost let out a small scoff. Not to diminish the importance of a hospital, but in terms of logistics and manpower, it seemed that Lyce and its staff held one princes abilities in higher regard than the other.

There were simple things at the root that caused issues. After suitable repair and diversion, they were easy to use once more.

It made farming in the southern corridor possible again. Claire almost gasped, as if surprised that hed be so modest about it.

I only improved the water distribution system. And I received much help from my upperclassmen, Piers said. Claire seemed to want to ask more questions, but Lord Gyles called everyones attention to have them seated for lunch.

The seating was arranged and as Tori walked along the table, looking for her name, she found it much farther from Piers than she thought. Luckily, there was still Axton. She looked towards him and balked. Axton was seated closer to her than to Piers.

She began to grow worried. She couldnt just let Piers sit alone with strangers. She began to think of an excuse to either get closer to Piers or to have him come sit next to her or Axton.

Lord Gyles, my apologies, but Lord Sebastian and Lord Kasen entrusted their sister, Lady Guevera, to us. Tori heard Piers speak and almost didnt register that he was. She looked over at him and found that she had been led towards the head of the table to speak to their host. As she is still relatively new to Horizon, I would like her to remain seated near me. Else, how would I face Lord Sebastian, who is one of my sword masters, and Lord Kasen, who is my senior?

Piers had spoken so smoothly, she almost wondered if he was really anxious in such a situation. His eyes didnt falter and he seemed sincere in his worry. So natural was his request that Lord Gyles immediately agreed. Everyone on his left moved over one to accommodate Tori.

Toris stunned expression was short lived as Piers brought her to her new seat, right beside him, and had a servant come to pull out her chair. She gave the person to her left an apologetic look and was secretly relieved that it was Lord Wolfgang.

My apologies, Tori said as he took his seat next to her. My brothers worry about me being here alone, so they tasked His Highness and Sir Nassaun.

Lord Wolfgang chuckled. Not at all. Its good that your brothers are so kind to you. He let out a small sigh and shook his head. My children are always arguing about one thing or another.

Tori smiled a bit and was easily drawn into a conversation about the progress in the delta with Lord Wolfgang and those around them. She had almost forgotten about Piers on her right side, until he had the server give her his custard tart. She looked surprised as she found two small plates in front of her.

Are you sure you dont want it? she asked.

Its too sweet, he said. You eat it. As a young noblewoman, she shouldve politely rejected and insisted he keep it. She shouldve appeared demure and humble.

It has fresh fruit on it. I already know this is going to be delicious, she said as she took a fork to the first tart. She happily ate the sweets as she took a moment to listen to Piers discussing trade regulations on imported fabrics and raw materials, such as the goat hair they spoke of in the carriage.

He was having a proper conversation and the people he was speaking to were engaged. The nervousness in her heart settled a bit. Todays audience consisted of various academics and regional lords who had some influence on the domestic economy. Piers economics blabber that she zoned out was well received.

Her plan to get him exposure was doing very well. She looked towards Axton, a few seats down and across from them. He was casually speaking with a few people his own age, but Tori got the distinct feeling he was not all that invested in their conversation. He looked across the table and met her eyes.

He raised a brow and flickered his eyes at his peers before tightening his lips. Tori held back a small laugh and poked at her custard tart. She managed to finish most of the second tart, but was already stuffed. As subtle as she could, she leaned towards Piers and tapped his arm, on the spot where he was used to having her hand.

Washroom, she whispered. He gave her a nod and was about to stand when she pressed her hand down on his arm and shook her head. Im not a child.

Before he could argue, she slipped out of her seat and walked towards a servant to get directions. She dutifully followed and saw three young women approaching. One of which was Claire. There were two ways this could go: first, it could be a small greeting and then theyd pass like nothing happened or they would corner her and say something terrible, as was an expected trope.

Looking for the washroom, Lady Guevera? one of them asked as she smiled. Its down the corridor, just pass the landscape painting of the mountains.

Oh, thank you! Tori gave them a bright smile and continued forward. Those were the same directions the servant gave her. Perhaps nothing weird was going to happen after all and she was overthinking it. As she walked along, she heard them whispering.

Shes so adorable, dont you think? one of the girls said. I wish my little sister was that polite. Her cheeks are so pink and cute.

And talented. I heard she made her family members coats. One of them hasn't been released yet.

How lucky! If I was her sister, maybe shed dress me up, too.

Thats not the best part. I heard shes an excellent cook and made these delicious dishes with foreign food. My mother said that Madam Martin and Guild master Skuldsen were raving about it. Tori recognized Claires voice, laced with envy. I want to take her home.

Tori pushed open the washroom door with squinted eyes and her lips in a tight smile. Those were not the words she expected to come from a handful of well-to-do young women, but it was leagues better than being threatened in a washroom for being too close to Axton or Piers. Still, while she knew that her current body was actually quite cute with pink cheeks - Kasen liked to poke them; as a 40-year-old woman, it was a bit strange to hear herself described as such. And be considered for child abduction by a teenager just slightly older than her body.

After relieving herself and washing up, she stepped out of the washroom and headed back to the dining hall. She caught sight of Piers walking towards her and raised a brow.

Washroom?

Yes, he said. Wait for me and Ill go back with you. Tori nodded and went to stand by one of the large windows that looked out towards the manicured grounds of the city estate. Piers didnt take long and walked out a few moments later.

Are there many estates of this size within the city walls? she asked. He came to stand beside her and followed her gaze out over the gardens.

No. Less than a dozen families have estates as large as Lord Gyles within the city walls. Most have sizable manors, like the Prime Minister, and then have ancestral estates in different parts of the empire. If they want to build an estate in the capital, they need to find space outside the city walls, he said.

Tori nodded. That makes sense.

Do you like estates?

I like buildings and architecture, Tori said. I also like gardens. Generally, most places of historical, cultural, or religious importance now that I think about it.

The Imperial Palace has gardens.

Tori snickered and gave him an unimpressed look. I would think so.

Do you want to see them?

When I have time, Tori said. My schedule is kind of full right now. She saw Piers reflection on the glass tilt his head to the side and look at her curiously.

If youre busy, why did you agree to come with me today?

I said I would. She thought it was obvious. She told her friend she would come and so she would.

But Axton is here.

If you didnt want to bring me, why did you tell me to come? Tori countered as she looked up at him.

Youre better at talking with people.

Tori let out a small snort. Its an important skill to have, especially as a noble or a merchant. She paused and gave him a suspicious look. By the way, when you told Lord Gyles that my brothers entrusted me with you, and so, I had to sit next to you, did you plan that? Piers nodded, which didnt surprise her considering how smoothly he delivered the request. Did you anticipate that they would seat us apart?

Piers thought for a moment. The name cards were on the table when we arrived. Your name card was far from mine.

Her brows rose. She hadnt even noticed the name cards. Piers mustve started working on an excuse when he noticed. Tori nodded, satisfied. Youre very observant.

I need to be.

As a prince?

All imperial family members have a duty to the empire. We are no longer simply the figureheads of the past. We must be active and observant to ensure we, and the empire, are not taken advantage of, Piers told her, as if reciting something he had been told since he was a child.

Tori narrowed her eyes as she studied his face. Piers, she said in a solemn voice. Do you want to be crown prince?