TITLE: THE NIGHT
GENRE: Epic YA Fantasy
The prince/keralealon, Taeon, and his manservant, Ghale, are preparing for their mission, to capture a fugitive and bring them back to the capital.
Ghale pulled a set of gold, ruby-encrusted ceremonial robes from the closet. “Perhaps these shall be of some use to you on the journey, sire.” The corner of his mouth twitched.
“Yes, I agree.” Taeon turned back to reading the details of the mission. “Find a good place for them among the saddlebags. Wouldn’t want them to become wrinkled.” Ghale knew perfectly well what he ought to be packing.
There was a clinking of metal on metal. “Master Taeon, what are these for?” He held three silver arm bands, each about the width of two fingers.
“My father has decided he must have a hand in what I wear. As if the people concern themselves with such trivial things.”
“Must be popular with the keradealas.”
Taeon gave him a look.
“Maybe he hopes you’ll find a wife during your travels,” he continued with a sly grin.
“Ghalen, we’re to be chasing dangerous fugitives from the law. I doubt we’ll take the time to attend any keraden banquets. If you’re coming solely to chase maidservants, I suggest you stay home.” Not that the boy had any choice in the matter.
“Already have a girl in mind, then, sire?”
“You are dismissed, Ghalen,” he said without looking up. “And when I say dismissed, I mean permanently.”
Ghale placed one more item on the pile, then assumed a sullen expression. “As you wish, my keralealon. I will go pack my things.” He left.
Taeon shook his head. If he ever truly wished to dismiss Ghale, he wouldn’t take him seriously.