During the six years she had resided within the palace, she had never known Sybaris to lose her poise or move at other than a steady and measured pace. Whatever had kicked over the anthill had to be serious. The sisters scattered and Shadyia stepped toward the doors of the audience. Her silver clips scarcely held her frizzled hair in place and dampness stained the armpits of her burgundy gown. “Reception Etiquette,” she said and made a shooing gesture with a flick of her arms.
The doors to the east vestibule burst open and Mistress Sybaris strode into White Hall. The tones were far from the usual rhythm beckoning them to meals or a lesson with the madam. Shadyia glanced up from her board game as the sisters around her stopped mid-sentence and leaped to their feet. Beneath the Silver Rose – An Unwanted GuestīELLS CLAMORED throughout the Silver Rose.
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