Pela had never met the current king Uriel, and only seen his father from afar. As magifolk were long-lived, Pela's oath to the Crown had actually been given to his grandfather, Velibor. But kingdom policies what they were, her allegiance was obliged forward down the royal line on pain of treason. She hadn't mourned Velibor's death by any means, and while she hadn't minded Uriel I in general, the about-face from Velibor's reign had been hard on the kingdom.
These days it felt like almost everything was hard on the kingdom.
"Thank you," Pela murmured to the handmaiden, appreciative of the advance warning and thinking that, despite the unpleasant need for it, at least the palace staff seemed willing to look out for one another. She nodded as she passed the door guard. Entering the study, Pela dipped into a polite bow as her time in Eslistan Court — the formal institution responsible for the registration and training of all magifolk — had drummed into her.
"That I am, Your Grace. My fealty to you and yours unbroken and consummate," Pela replied, reciting the traditional Eslistan oath dutifully before straightening up once more. "How many I serve the Crown?"
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These days it felt like almost everything was hard on the kingdom.
"Thank you," Pela murmured to the handmaiden, appreciative of the advance warning and thinking that, despite the unpleasant need for it, at least the palace staff seemed willing to look out for one another. She nodded as she passed the door guard. Entering the study, Pela dipped into a polite bow as her time in Eslistan Court — the formal institution responsible for the registration and training of all magifolk — had drummed into her.
"That I am, Your Grace. My fealty to you and yours unbroken and consummate," Pela replied, reciting the traditional Eslistan oath dutifully before straightening up once more. "How many I serve the Crown?"