Published by Lugh on 23 Mar 2007 at 01:54 pm
Section 3
Deven was waiting in Bra-Neche’s rooms when the young man opened the door.
“Uncle!”
“Where were you?”
“Out riding.”
“Alone?”
Bra-Neche shook his head and began to gather his things for a bath.
“Who were you with?”
“Tine.”
“So, now you will tell me his name… have you completed the ritual then?”
Bra-Neche nodded.
“You know you can choose no other now.”
“I know.”
“He’s very young.”
“I know.”
“He could refuse…”
“He did not.”
“Did not?” Deven asked his nephew.
“We… discussed it,” Bra-Neche admitted.
“Everything?”
Bra-Neche nodded.
“Will you publicly claim him?”
“I will.”
“I must go talk to Leal, clean yourself up boy, you smell like…”
Bra-Neche giggled, “I should.”
Deven swallowed hard, then turned and stormed out of the room. He had to go find Leal and let him know that one of his charges was now the Chosen of an Imperial.
