The Inquisition
Posted in Fiction, Tacar on January 24th, 2013 by Annabelle – 8 CommentsThe servant quietly closed the door behind her, leaving behind a motionless tableau: the Emperor’s first wife, Lady Cahlila, and three teenaged girls standing before her in a line. Raicha tried not to let her eyes drop to the mosaic under her feet. It was a fine example, three centuries old, but she’d seen it before, and as Camilia was always saying, showing guilt was as bad as getting caught.
Cahlila leaned back in her chair and gave them a considering look from those famously brilliant eyes. Camilia, next to Raicha, met the look evenly, nearly identical eyes showing nothing but polite inquiry. The corner of her mother’s mouth lifted slightly. Camilia’s half-sister Sai, standing on Camilia’s other side, stood straight and tall. Raicha envied her ease.
“Lady Dahla had a very bad reaction to one of her paints this morning.” They had known that. Rumors in the hallways varied, but the overall trend suggested that she had a face full of hives and was refusing to come out of her rooms.
“Cosmetic creams go bad so quickly in the summer,” Camilia murmured sympathetically. Her mother clearly did not believe that for a second, but faint amusement said it had been an acceptable parry. “And she needs so many of them.” That had been almost inaudible but Cahlila’s lips twitched.