Chapter 129: The Empress was Crying

Chapter 129: The Empress was Crying

She was so confident in her belief that the Emperor made her Countess of Cosora to exploit her work abilities and resources. Tori never considered any other reason that didnt involve keeping her there to develop the land. What did Piers grandfather mean about crystals?

Tori narrowed her eyes and wracked her brain. To her knowledge, no one in the imperial family was a crystal master. They all knew the basics and could ground and charge, but nothing more advanced than that. Gideon was in her metacrystals class, but they werent exactly advanced students.

A possible exception could be the Emperor Emeritus, if what she heard from Master Ramos meant anything. She vaguely recalled that Prince Emil had asked Master Ramos if his brother, the Emperor Emeritus, knew Master Ramos had moved to the delta. Master Ramos himself had mentioned Jean-Philippe a few times by name.

But Tori had assumed they were simply acquainted since Master Ramos was the foremost crystal master in the empire. She didnt think that the Emperor Emeritus would have advanced crystal knowledge.

She wanted to listen for longer, but the Emperors were interrupted. Tori took the opportunity to scurry away and head to the nearest hall. The knights on guard said nothing, but she did catch the confusion in their eyes as they opened the doors to let her in.

It took her a moment to realign herself and figure out where she was to get to where she was going.

My lady, the ballroom is to your left. Tori felt her face heat up. She forgot that Sir Pinzon was following her. Though at a distance, she probably saw Tori body slam a wall beneath the Emperors office veranda so she could eavesdrop. Not her best moment.

Yes, thank you, Sir Pinzon. She straightened up and put on a pleasant smile before turning to her left. She recognized the change in the corridor rugs, as certain sections were color coded by carpets and had subtle changes in decoration.

The sounds of a crowd were coming up ahead. She turned the corner to get to an adjacent hall. In the narrower corridor, she saw a few knights on guard by doors and the familiar figures of Piers and Axton approaching. She looked over her shoulder.

I can find my way from here, Sir Pinzon.

The woman gave her a bow of her head. Then, I will see you back in the room tonight, my lady. She stood in place and seemed to wait until Tori reached the two men.

Piers. Tori grasped the full skirt of her gown and quickened her speed. The man in the gold trimmed white formal uniform seemed to take a deep breath as the corners of his eyes creased. His lips pulled into a smile as he abandoned Axton and turned towards her, his hands extended.

Since they were one hall over from the main entryway, where the rest of the guests had gathered to be announced and enter the ballroom, Tori didnt think anything of grabbing on to his hands when she reached him.

Tori, we went to your room, but you werent there-

Is your grandfather here? She looked over his shoulder and squinted at Axton. Her eyes swept over him. Why are you still wearing a formal knights uniform? I thought you were going to come as a duke.

Im still Piers personal knight and in an imperial function, which comes first, but Ill still be announced as Duke Alvere, Axton said. He furrowed his brows. Are you talking about the Emperor Emeritus?

Right! Tori turned her attention back to Piers. He seemed to be distracted by the tiara on her head. Piers, is your grandfather here? The Emperor Emeritus, not Elder Marquis von Schwert.

He shook his head and met her gaze for just a moment before looking away. No. I heard he was somewhere in Nord last.

Toris lips pursed. Her eyes lowered as she furrowed her brows. If the Emperor Emeritus wasnt in the palace, then to whom was the Emperor talking? The voice sounded too clear to have been from a comcry.

Then again, she was outside and didnt see the people talking.

Is something wrong? Piers titled his head to the side with a curious look. It deepened into a concerned frown. What happened?

Nothings wrong, Tori shook her head. She grabbed onto his arm and put her hand in its usual place. I was just wondering, since this is a big event.

His frown relaxed a bit, but he didnt seem completely convinced. If something is wrong, you can tell me.

She tried not to avoid his eyes. Uh...are you still angry at your father?

Piers face hardened. He didnt say a word, but that was a clear answer to her question.

Axton gave him a firm look. Dont make that face when youre in the ballroom. Youre here for your mother.

I am happy for my mother, Piers replied.

Tori smiled and rubbed his arm. I know. Youve worked very hard to prepare. No matter what happens, your effort will be appreciated. Piers gave her a singular nod and she looked towards the side door. Are you two going inside now?

Yes, but not through the side door, Axton said . He looked at Piers and seemed to silently confirm something before turning back to Tori. Hes here to formally give greetings to his mother, so hes going to properly enter.

Tori nearly jerked her head back as she blinked. She looked at Piers. Are you sure? The entrance is crowded.

Piers seemed to moisten his lips with his tongue and took a deep breath, readying himself. Im certain. I have done this before.

She rubbed his arm again to reassure him. The crowd is larger than usual, so if you start to feel overwhelmed, tell me and I will get you out of there. We can always come in through the side.

His Adam's apple moved as he swallowed hard and nodded once more. Tori looked towards Axton and gave him an affirmative nod. He returned it and began to lead them towards the main entrance of the ballroom. The closer they got; the more people lined the corridor.

The music wafting from the open double doors seeped out, but as Axton led them forward, the chattering around them grew quieter. Tori kept her eyes ahead and kept an even pace beside Piers as she escorted him down a purple and gold tasseled rug. In front of them, Axton in his formal knights uniform with his many pins and ceremonial sword at his side, parted the crowd to let them through. He wore a neutral expression and gave guests small nods to acknowledge them when they moved to make way.

On either side of them, guests bowed and curtseyed, and didnt rise until Piers had walked five paces ahead. Tori was silently timing it.

When they reached the entrance, the guests who were about to step forward quickly moved to the side. Axton gave them small nods. She and Piers remained behind and as Axton stepped forward to prepare to be announced, she stole a look from Piers.

His expression was somewhat rigid, but neutral, as well. He looked straight ahead, his back straight and shoulders down. Tori resisted the urge to nod, satisfied. Not a hint of nervousness could be seen despite all the attention on him. He looked every bit the cold CEO-type prince shed labeled him as when they met, and she had to restrain her giggle.

Duke Axton Michel Sherez de Alvere, Duke of Alvere and Knight of His Highness, Prince Piers Emil!

Axton has a long name, too? Ive known him for two years and I didnt know about the Michel Sherez part. She tried not to show her surprise on her face and watched as Axton, with his hair tied in neatly at his nape, walked into the room.

She felt a small squeeze over her hand and her eyes glanced down at her arm against Piers. He moved his other arm to his side and led them forward. It was their turn and Chamberlain Thorpson took a deep breath.

Its because we also have long names. Formal names are tough. Good luck, Chamberlain.

His Highness Prince Piers Emil Geron du Soleil, First Prince of Soleil, and Countess Victoria Antonia Sophia de Guevera de Sophos, Countess of Cosora!

They stepped into the ballroom and headed straight for the double thrones placed towards the back. The Emperor and Empress were already standing there in matching colored clothing that seemed to sparkling in the crystal light. To one side, Gideon was standing to attention with Fabian just a half step behind him, at his side.

Tori kept her gaze on the Emperor and Empress, resisting her urge to glare at Piers father. By the time they reached the imperial couple, Axton had just finished a warm greeting with the Empress and moved to the side opposite Gideon, where he and Piers would stand during the greetings.

When she and Piers stopped, she maintained her hold on Piers' arm with one hand and grasped the side of her skirt with the other to do a curtsey as Piers bowed.

Good evening and happy birthday, Your Majesty, Tori said before they straightened up.

The Empress face was soft and filled with affection as she looked at the two of them. Thank you for winning the hunt in my name, she said as she took a step forward and extended her hands to Tori. Tori reached forward to take them, putting her pale hands on the Empress gloved ones. I heard Alexander made quite a contribution. When you go back to Viclya, I have something for him.

Tori cracked a smile. Thats not necessary, Your Majesty. He seems to like hunting.

I heard he likes chicken. I procured some from an imperial supplier. They are large, but tender. Im sure hell like them. Talking about livestock was unexpected, but Tori accepted it.

Then, thank you, Your Majesty.

The Empress moved closer to give Tori a light embrace before letting her go. Tori stepped to the side and turned. Piers hadnt said anything to his mother yet and remained standing.

Tori bit her lips and waited.

The Empress turned towards her eldest son with a loving smile. Before she could open her mouth, Piers arms moved out and he stepped forward.

A stunned expression filled the Empress face as she seemed to freeze. Piers wrapped his arms around his mother, closing any gap between them. It was smooth, natural, and didnt seem at all like it was meticulously practiced.

Tori heard his voice. Happy birthday, Mother. I am very thankful to have you as mine.

And that was enough to get the Empress to start crying. Her slender arms rose and held on to her son as her eyes watered. She choked out an awkward muttering of my son. Piers remained in his position for longer than his usual three counts.

He smiled down at his mother as she struggled to hold back her tears. He pulled back and Tori could see the Empress struggle to allow him to leave her arms.

Piers didnt want to be touched as a child and reacted violently when he was. This would be the first time since then that the Empress held him, and it showed.

I am the grateful one.... The Empress sniffled over and over, looking unsteady as Piers stepped back. She kept her hands on his arms, as if to keep hold of him for even a moment longer. He didnt snatch his hands back, but instead kept his arms out for her to hold.

Tori sniffled and wiped at her eyes.

Were you moved again? Axton asked beside her.

Your eyes are red, too.

He chuckled. They continued to watch as Piers spoke to his mother once more before coming towards them. His eyes seemed to land on Tori and instantly frowned.

Why are you sad? His voice was tense and his last few steps towards her were fast, and he seemed to want to reach for her hands, but she was busy wiping her tears.

Im not sad....

Why dont we take her outside for some air, Axton said. His eyes looked around the room. We can wait until the excitement settles. Now that youve danced with Godmother, others may want to dance with you.

Piers frowned at the thought. He lifted his arm and Tori grabbed on to it. They slipped towards the back as the Emperor gave a speech to thank everyone for coming. The usual door Piers sneaked in and out of had a knight standing guard. A single nod from Axton and the knight opened the door for them.

Outside, in the garden courtyard, Tori took a deep breath. You did a great job, Piers. Your mother was so happy, she was crying.

Is that why youre crying, too? Piers asked. He hadnt let go of her hand and looked worried.

Tori chuckled and nodded. Yes. Im so proud of you.

I see.... Piers furrowed his brows and seemed to silently take note. I was worried when Mother began to cry.

Its almost two decades of pent-up emotion, Axton said as he casually sat down on one of the stone garden benches. She hasnt been able to hug you since you were a small child. She was probably overwhelmed with joy.

Then, I am happy that she is happy, Piers said. He paused and thought for a moment. I will embrace her more.

Tori wanted to hug him, as well; she was so happy for him. Can I hug you, too?

His eyes lit up. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to agree, but Axton spoke up.

Uh, Tori, you may want to fix your make-up first, he said. He lifted his hand and motioned to the area below his eyes. There are dark streaks and splotches here.

I forgot this world doesnt have waterproof make-up. Thanks for the reminder. She stepped back as Piers lifted his arms. Ill go to the powder room to wipe it off. Wait for me here!

Do you remember where it is?

Yes, theres one near-by. Tori dismissed Axtons concern with a wave of her hand. She turned around and headed back into the palace, leaving Piers still standing with his arms out.

She made her way to the powder room through the back corridors. The imperial knights on guard didnt say a word as she passed with streaked make-up; however, when she stopped and looked around to see if she was going the right way, one of them gave her directions to it.

No one was in the room and Tori was able to wipe off the smeared kohl-like substance used around her eyes. She looked in the mirror and decided to just wipe off her face. It would only get warmer in the ballroom, and shed start sweating anyway.

After some time, she looked at her reflection with satisfaction and exited the powder room. She began to walk back to the garden when she felt a familiar pulse sweep over her. Tori stopped at once and furrowed her brows.

What was that? She waited, thinking it was a mistake, but she felt it again. She looked down at her arms and saw the small bumps that rose. The second time was clear, and she knew why it felt familiar.

It was a similar energy to what she felt in the delta, on the energy vein. Last year, Sebastian had showed her his goosebumps and said he could feel it in his bones. It took her some time to finally understand that feeling and it was one she wouldnt easily forget.

Her lips drew into a tight line as she turned and waited for a third pulse. It came again and this time, she knew it came from behind her. Tori turned around and narrowed her eyes. They were too far from the delta for her to feel the pulse of an energy vein. Horizon was also built on top of one, but it was nowhere near as strong as in the delta.

Tori only felt it if she concentrated.

This energy pulse was much more concentrated, and fleeting. It came in waves.

I should get back to Piers and Axton. Theyve been waiting.... She felt it again and it was stronger. Curiosity was tugging at her. Tori shook her head. She forced herself to turn around. No. I must get back to my friends-

The fifth pulse felt like a wave of energy from the sacred geometry and as it retreated, she could feel herself being physically drawn back with it.

Her brows rose as she looked down the corridor. It led further into the imperial palace. Like River View and Granite Tower, the very heart of the imperial palace was the oldest part, the original fortified settlement of the tribe.

Call Piers du Soleil.... Tori reached into the pocket sewn into the ruffles of her dress and took out her comcry.

Tori?

Piers, Im going to check on something in the palace.

All right. He didnt seem to think much of it, but Tori wanted to let him know so he didnt become worried. She flipped the comcry closed and slipped it back into her pocket before walking in the direction the energy had come from.

Every so often, after three counts, shed feel another wave. It wasnt as strong as the fourth and fifth pulse, the strength of it was able to help her distinguish the direction. The wide corridors with gilded trim began to narrow into heavy stone halls. She was close. She could feel an energy source.

The doors she passed were closed, which made the single open doorway ahead of her stand out. Despite the hall having no windows, bright light crystals kept it illuminated and it wasnt at all as scary as one would think wandering through a century, if not millennia old corridor would be.

The underground passages of Moss Hill were more frightening. And damp.

She walked through the doorway to an old study lined with books. There were no windows, but it also had plenty of light crystals in lanterns hanging on the corners and the center of the ceiling to keep it well lit.

Her attention wasnt on the lanterns, but on the massive stone slab in the center of the study. It reached to about her waist and looked like a thick, round slab of granite. There looked to be hundreds of crystals of different colors, in different sized obelisks, placed around the slab.

As a crystal fanatic, she thought it looked cool, though a bit impractical, as clearly the table couldnt be used for anything else. The energy in the room was calm and steady, no longer pulsing, or overwhelming, but she was sure it was centered around the crystals on the table.

She approached the table to get a better look and found faint lines across the surface, beneath the crystals. She bent closer and the faint lines didnt seem like mindless scratches. At one point, the slab might have been carved, but she couldnt make it out with all the clutter.

Do you like crystals?

Tori sucked in a sharp breath and froze in place. The voice came from a corner of the room and Tori didnt recall seeing someone there. She straightened up and turned around.

A tall old man with short, white hair, a neat snowy beard, and glasses over blue eyes gave her a curious look. He didnt seem upset to see her, but Tori still cringed.

Im sorry for barging in. I felt crystal energy and.... She trailed off and mentally chastised herself for wandering off to follow crystals. She was a bit disgusted with herself for having no willpower to resist. God, I really am a crystal fanatic.

The old man chuckled and smiled. The corners of his wrinkled eyes creased more so as he approached her. He was wearing neat clothes, but simple and unadorned. It was common for there to be caretakers of older parts of the important old buildings. Perhaps he was a caretaker.

Then you are sensitive to them, the old man said with a warm smile. Can you guess what this is?

A table.

The old man let out a guffaw and looked even happier. Youre not wrong! Its a chess board.

Chess board? Tori snapped her head back at the table. Shed seen chessboards in Soleil; they were the classic grids with symbolic pieces shed seen in her original world. She furrowed her brow. Is it an old style? Ancient, maybe?

Indeed, it is, the old man said. This is a style carried over from pre-settlement. Our modern chess has evolved and a mixture of other similar strategy games, but you can say that this is Soleils original strategy board.

Her brows rose. Huh...there are so many pieces...whats carved underneath? Current Tori was a crystal fanatic, but original-world Tori was also an antiquities nerd of sorts. It didnt matter from where, historical pieces and remnants of long-lost civilizations always intrigued her. Her attention was naturally drawn to the chess board.

There are overlapping circles instead of a grid and the crystals are the pieces, the old man told her. There are four armies protecting a king.

I see...and they are defending against invaders?

They are defending and maintaining the kingdom - the board, the old man said. The goal of the player is to read the movements on the board and put the right pieces at the right places at the right time.

Tori squinted. She looked at the crystals that dotted the table and couldnt make sense of their placement, but four armies and a king sounded familiar. Is it like our four marches and the Emperor?

As expected of Master Ramos pupil.

Toris head snapped up and looked at the old man with wide eyes. You know who I am? She stood up straight and let out an embarrassed hiss. Im sorry, Im so rude. I just wandered in here and didnt introduce myself-

Countess Victoria de Guevera, the old man confirmed with a chuckle. He moved his hand over the table to a reddish-brown crystal that appeared to have a crack, and moved it inward. Everyone connected to the imperial family knows who you are.