The Queen of the Lists – Part 2: Dismissal

The court's discipline was a night-long ritual. She set him tasks and watched them carried out. She made him stand at attention while she delivered a long, slow speech on the duties of a champion. She made him kneel at the foot of the throne and recite the laws, correcting each mistake with a tilt of her head and an exact, merciless pause. She put a cool hand under his chin and looked into his eyes until he felt his whole life sorting itself into neat, calm rows. Everything was theatre, and everything was true.

"Does my champion wish to continue?" every half hour.

"I do, Majesty."

"Say it clearly."

"I do. Thank you."

Past two, the fire sank to embers.

"Banner," said Aurelia.

The circlet came off. The robe slid from her shoulders. She stepped down from the dais in her stockinged feet, sat on the hearth beside him and drew a fur over them both.

"How are you?"

"Honoured," said Garrett, and his voice shook. "And grateful. And very tired."

"All of those are correct." She rested her cheek against his shoulder. "You were a superb champion."

"Will the Queen require me again?"

"Spring tournament," said Aurelia. "I have been drafting new articles."

He laughed, and the embers glowed, and the old hall was warm.

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