“One I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I’m sure the Imperial Clan has extended every possible assistance you require.”
Beside Yuder, Tara rubbed her eyes and blinked. Her smile at Oiteil was tentative. Jessica’s attention on the councilman was intent.
Oiteil managed a shaky smile. “Of course, they have. Unfortunately, there is little which can ease the heart at such a time.”
“You’re kind to interrupt your mourning to welcome me home.”
“Work is my salvation, not that I consider this an onerous task in any way. We have so much history, you and I.”
“Indeed.” Oiteil, gray sheening his black hair, had begun his career as a Royal Councilman when Yuder was an emperor. He’d been a voice of reasoned debate, and Yuder had always counted it as a benefit each time he was re-elected.
Those days were far behind Yuder now, but Oiteil remained a vital member of Kalquor’s legislative branch of the constitutional monarchy. The Nobek swallowed a pang of jealousy. He was barred from government service, though the Royal Council had pardoned him for his crimes.
He’d been raised to rule the empire and had also once been a member of the planet’s premiere global law enforcement organization. Both avenues were closed to him, thanks to the GC’s conviction and his age.
How am I to fill my days now?
Perhaps a hint of the desperate fear he’d compartmentalized and hidden so well from himself during his incarceration showed. Oiteil leaned close and whispered so the others couldn’t hear. “You and I need to talk once you’re settled in. There is a great deal you can do yet for the empire.”
“You will hear from me soon.” Yuder tried to show anticipation for Oiteil’s kindness, but he was aware of the restrictions placed on him. He couldn’t even serve on an agricultural committee. Public service was no longer in his sphere.