Chapter Eleven
Jaxon Tangshi afforded his regent a deep obeisance as he entered her throne room. ‘My lady,’ he said in the voice of calm reassurance he had honed over two centuries, ‘I thank you for your time. I have a matter of deep moment for your consideration.’
Adaeze, his most recent promotion to the royal post of the Pale, turned from her study of the throne room’s patterned glass windows to blink at him. Had he not been sure that she had no access to them, Jaxon could have suspected that she had raided his store of arcane stimulants. Her amber eyes rested on him with a lambent light that he had rarely seen in one of her lineage.
‘Oh!’ said Adaeze quite gently. ‘I was not expecting you. What is it, Senior?’
In the microseconds of time before he answered her, Jaxon made several le
