Kleo Erili
Stories
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Reading
2 d, 5 h
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Valentina woke up from Jenny's excited chatter before Vyxara could wake her. "Oh, my lady, what an exciting day for you!" The young maid limped herself quite excited through the room and drew open the heavy curtains. "His Grace wants to accompany you to the city in person! I've heard he wants to take you to Master Silkhand, the best tailor in all of Dusktown!" She clapped her hands enthusiastically. "Even the Duchess has her dresses made by him." "Jenny," Valentina gently interrupted her maid's torrent…-
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When Valentina returned to her chambers, she felt physically and mentally exhausted. The day at the hospital had taken more out of her than she had expected. But Jenny, who was already waiting for her excitedly, gave her no time to rest. "My lady! The banquet starts in two hours!" The young maid hobbled busily around the room. "The bath is already in. With rose oil, as you like it." "How thoughtful," Vyxara scoffed. "Almost as if someone had given instructions to the servants." While Jenny helped her…
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A shrill scream cut through the air as the doors to the central room were pushed open. Four men carried in an improvised stretcher on which lay a body soaked in blood. "Rockfall!" shouted one of the porters. "The supports have given way!" Master Wilford was immediately on the move. "In the middle! Claire, Manwise, assist me! Valentina, you too." The central treatment room was a perfect circle, its walls covered all over with shimmering Essence patterns. The Leb Essence was so dense here that it hung in…
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Vyxara's voice woke Valentina before dawn, and Valentina was glad of it, because she certainly didn't want to be late today. "There's no need to be nervous, little Weaver," Vyxara's voice sounded amused in her head. "Trust me, unlike the court, you'll be right in your element there among the scholarly Essence Weavers." "I'm still a little nervous," Valentina admitted in her thoughts. Today was her first day at the famous Greystone Hospital. The idea of working under the supervision of Master Wilford…
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An icy silence fell over the table. The duke gave his daughter a scathing look, while the duchess drew in a sharp breath. "Hazel!" The duchess's voice was cutting. "This is absolutely unacceptable." Valentina could feel her cheeks burning, but she forced herself to remain calm and not lower her gaze. "Oh, the little beast has claws," Vyxara commented with amusement. "But she's too direct, too clumsy. She still has a lot to learn. Her mother would know how to hurt gracefully. Just don't say…
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Chamberlain Morris was already waiting for Valentina just outside the duke's study. "If you will follow me, my lady." His measured steps led her first to a wide marble staircase. "The palace was built over several generations of Greystones. Each duke added his own wing, resulting in a fascinating mix of architectural styles. The remaining remnants of the original building are still in the Norothalan style, while the later buildings are in the early and modern Malandrine style." "And everyone wanted to…
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Valentina blinked in confusion as she woke up. For a moment, she couldn't place where she was, with the four-poster bed was too soft, the big room, and the air so sweet with the scent of roses. "The duke’s palace," Vyxara purred in her head. "You'll get used to it." Before Valentina could answer, there was a soft knock at the door. Jenny, her new maid, entered, already laden with a tray. "Good morning, my lady!" The young maid hobbled busily to the bed. "I hope you slept well? Breakfast is ready and…
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Valentina leaned forward to peer through the curtains. Through the grey haze, she saw only shadows at first, but then the fog lifted a little, revealing a view of Dusktown. The town stretched over several gentle hills, its grey stone buildings rising in steps from the valley. The permanent haze that hung over the town and looked like a mixture of coastal fog drifting in from the coast not too far away and smoke from countless chimneys and the remnants of the Scorching, probably gave even bright days a…
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The wheels of the wagon crunched on the dusty road as they left the last houses of Palewood behind them. Valentina turned around in her seat to catch one last glimpse of her home village. The familiar thatched roofs grew smaller and smaller until they finally disappeared around a bend. "Don't twist your neck," Vyxara mocked in her head. "This miserable pile of huts has never been a suitable home for you." Valentina just sighed and admired the astonishing splendor of the ducal carriage instead. The seats…
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Valentina lay awake in bed, unable to delay the moment she both longed for and dreaded. Dawn was already creeping in. In a few hours, the Duke's carriage would pick her up. "You're nervous, little Weaver," Vyxara stated softly. "A little," Valentina admitted in her thoughts. "What if I'm not ready? What if I make a complete fool of myself at the Duke's court?" "You summoned a demon, seduced a professor, robbed Bridgewater University's Distilled Essence storage, won the Greystone Competition and put…
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