Having overcome the disturbing events triggered by the Regent and Kastor, Damen and Laurent are finally crowned in their realms.
But a new enemy seems to be stalking the two lovers. On Laurent's 22nd birthday, strange events occur.
Is the Regent rea...
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*Character
PATRAS' DEAD
LEON, a slave who would be placed at Laurent's side as a servant and was Latifa's younger brother. Present at the execution of the Regent in Ios
11 years ago
For the slave Latifa, the silent world had always been a vast collection of smells, tastes, textures, faces, gestures, and lip movements that she registered as if she were cataloging them in a small wooden box.
Occasionally there was an echo in Latifa's ear when a shout rang out, a horn sounded or a door slammed. But most of the time, the world was quiet. And that could be a refuge in those war years when shrill cries and fears were constantly heard in Bazal.
Latifa's former master, Princess Tilia, was also deaf and with her, the girl learned manual speech and the understanding of soundless words in two languages, which enabled her to move freely around the Patran court.
But after Tilia died, months after her husband had fallen on the frontier, Latifa and her younger brother were given to a slave owner from Vere.
"Well, what do we have here?"
The man had a young, handsome face and his hands smelled of cologne. He touched Latifa's cheeks and ran his finger through the boy Leon's curly blond hair.
Torveld, the ambassador from Patras who handled the removal of some slaves from Bazal to neighboring countries, said:
"These children were my late sister's slaves. They are both very well-behaved, disciplined, and hardworking. The girl is versatile in the kitchen and the boy can speak Veretian well."
The man who had knelt in front of Latifa smiled at her after looking down at her body and drawing his attention to her little nipples, which were slightly visible under her dress. He then looked at the curly-haired boy who was hugging a small wooden horse to his chest.
"I see. They are very beautiful children. I think they can be offered to the Royal House of Vere."
Torveld, not taking his eyes off the man, warned him:
