“How did you get this?” I asked.
“It is a copy. The owner has allowed a few to be given out. Secretly, of course. Victar managed to obtain us one.” A smug smile crossed his face as it so often did. It was a familial trait. Separated by distance and lineage the smugness of the Falerios line that I knew all too was in him too.
“And who is the owner?” He wanted to keep me annoyed with him, to keep asking questions until I became angry so he could have his fun but even to him it was too exciting a subject to play his little games.
“Queen Claudia.” He said. Of course. Claudia D’monda knew Katherine’s oldest child and only daughter as basically an aunt. Joanna of Aniago, queen of Geliensti in the Katherine’s time, had convinced her husband to shelter Katherine and for a time where she gave birth to Anna. Joanna continued to give shelter to Anna even after her mother went to war and perished.
After the death of her mother, Anna was given the title of “the Queen’s daughter” in Geliensti, alluding to both Katherine and Joanna. She had never known anyone else to be a true family to her as even her father was too busy sulking and training her brother, Ivan, to be the next king of their land and take back Koralyst. He had been a king, a good one at that, and as a good king he was not stupid enough to wage another war against the Empire.
“And who else has a copy?” My curiosity was peaked.
“Morgan Neth. Bronwyn Neth. Brunol Rurik. Louis Capet.” He seemed as if he had more to say but stopped.
“And the King Charles.” Dorian shook his head. The King of Ower had a copy. The Queen Regent of Ruspolis had a copy. The King of Saviak had a copy. The king of Byronny had a copy. But the King of Savos, the one whose family has made Katherine a goddess in their eyes, had not received one. “Why?” Was all that I could manage.
He shrugged. “I do not know. If she did not send him one in case he declared war then she should not have given one to the Regent of Ruspolis. They would be far more likely to do so, but not with Bronwyn at the head. I don’t even know what Queen Claudia’s reasonings for handing these our were.”
There was a missing piece to the puzzle that I had been too distracted to realize. “And who did Victar acquire it from?”
“Lady Nona.” The Emperor’s mistress. His scheming, rebellious, lover that would rather take him down than take him to her bed. Alas, she had to wait to take him out.