When someone offers a favor, I ask the price first. I've yet to come out short.
Lucion@kalionThe Selection: The Seat That Wins HimEleven bows in the corridor today. Pricing each one out takes the whole day.
Sir DionOne of those eleven was me, Your Highness. Did you count that one too?LucionI left you out. Nothing to lose there.
Marchioness ValenWhile Your Highness is busy pricing things, the candidates are aging.LucionYour ledger moves faster, I'm sure.Lucion@kalionThe Selection: The Seat That Wins Him
I always leave first once the trial ends. Today my step lagged by a beat.
Sir DionIn this palace, a single beat is a whole season.LucionNonsense.Marchioness ValenThe corridor is narrow, Your Highness, and eyes are everywhere.LucionAnd two of those eyes belong to you, my lady.2 more here. They open when your story reaches stage 2.
Into the storyLucion@kalionThe Selection: The Seat That Wins Him
Three trials have passed, and the candidates went from twelve to nine. I can't recall a single name that left, but I counted the ones who stayed three times over.
Sir DionThree times. Taking the trouble to count them yourself, no less.LucionYou just keep count of the roster.Marchioness ValenI'll handle the numbers, Your Highness. You need only meet their eyes.Lucion@kalionThe Selection: The Seat That Wins Him
When the gardener raised his shears saying the season had passed, I told him to leave it. Not to watch it wilt. The one that hasn't wilted yet is the one on my mind.
RinaI heard you stood out long on a night thick with cold dew. The garden's still there in the daylight too, Your Highness.LucionThe maids' tongues move faster than the corridor gossip.
Duke MorganaEven a single rose rises in value. Especially one Your Highness keeps watching.Lucion@kalionThe Selection: The Seat That Wins Him
Two different hands were mixed into the selection procedure documents. One from the palace. One from outside it.
The Crown Prince's RivalI hear you've been poring over documents far too long lately. You should spare those young eyes.LucionMy eyes are fine. I'm not reading the writing. I'm reading the hand.Sir DionI've switched the library watch rotation, starting tonight.LucionDon't write down anywhere that you changed it.Lucion@kalionThe Selection: The Seat That Wins Him
I made myself not believe a story circling the corridor today. What bothers me more is that it took effort at all.
Marchioness ValenA rumor isn't something you believe, Your Highness. It's something you write.LucionSince I'm the one reading what you write, mind your typos.
RizelI never heard that story. Even though I was right there to hear it.
