Page 97 of The Gods Veiling
They all exchange unsure looks. I honestly feel bad for Kyzen when they all settle on him. It seems the role of Mediator pours into home life more often than not.
I smirk and lay my fork down. “You want me to try to guess? Take the stress off?”
With a devious smirk, he crosses his arms as he leans back in his chair. “Take a crack at each of us. We’ll tell you if you’re right when you’re done.”
I hum as I tap my lips with my finger. I start with him. “I’m going to say Plentiful,” then to Amick, “Guider, most definitely,” then Creed, “Based on what you just informed me, I’m going to go with Defender, and lastly…”
My nostrils twitch as I get to Riven’s crazy-ass smile. Even if it wasn’t for his distracting look right now, I’d honestly be stumped. I don’t have the first idea where he’d go.
He needs to go to the healing villas to be evaluated.
His mood swings are concerning.
“Hold that thought. I’ve seemed to have forgotten my manners.”
About time he apologizes.
“I got you a welcoming gift.”
“I’m sorry?”
“No need to apologize for your poor gift giving etiquette. I forgive you.”
I open my mouth to cuss him out, but all that comes out is a scream when he snaps his finger, and a fucking head falls into my plate of food. Thankfully, my brain catches up quickly that it’s not real based on the glistening white chiseled stone.
“What the hell?” Kyzen shouts while he grabs a napkin and starts cleaning up the wasted goodness.
I carefully pick the head up so he can move my plate, then set it down straight. A small snort tumbles out of me, and I cover my mouth with my hand. The longer I stare at it, though, it becomes impossible to contain.
My unhinged laughter bellows through the house and I try repeatedly to stop so I can speak. The entire table sits silently as Icompletely lose it.
“I take it by all that cackling, you like it?”
Kyzen snorts while cleaning up the rest of the mess and I turn the little statue around for them all to see. “Where did you get a stone head of the High Chancellor?”
“Come on.” Creed sighs beneath his breath. Not cracking the first smile.
Amick eyes it for a long, silent second. “That’s going back tomorrow.”
“No, it’s not. It’s mine now. You don’t take back gifts.”
“Exactly. I went to great lengths to stea—acquire that. She’s keeping it.”
Amick doesn’t respond at all to Riven nor me. His face stays unburdened like he can’t bother to waste his next breath arguing with either of us.
Candyman is more sour than sweet.
Kyzen plops back in his seat after throwing away all the mess and sets another plate of food in front of me. It takes me aback for a second, but then when I look at the size of all of them, it’s no surprise they’d get extra portions of food from the dining hall.
“Well, that was exciting. As for your guesses, you were close but not completely right. Amick is a Guider, and his role is a Rising Chancellor, hence the pissiness at the High Chancellor’s head at our table. You’ll be with him tomorrow, so you might want to keep the stolen property to yourself. Riven is actually Plentiful and his role—”
“Is a surprise,” Riven states, cutting Kyzen off.
That sounds very promising for me…
“My Designation is Ruler, and my role is a Mediator. When disagreements emerge, I step in before things go too far.”
I never would’ve guessed Ruler. When I think of that Designation, I think of someone uptight, very serious, and controlling.
