Page 56 of The Dragon's Promise

“We’ll discuss it further tonight,” Father said. “Dinner will be in my quarters—to celebrate your return and Reiji’s marriage.”

A last family dinner, of sorts—before Reiji had to leave. “Yes, Father.”

A smile played on his lips. “I’m surprised you haven’t asked about him. He’s been waiting to see you, perhaps even more keenly than I.”

Takkan? I held my breath. “I thought he would have gone home. I didn’t think he’d still be here—”

“Lord Bushian returned to Iro some months ago,” said Father.

My spirits sank. “I see.”

The emperor’s smile widened just a touch. “But…his son has remained.”

Now my eyes flew up. All at once, my world was floating, and it was a struggle to try and sound calm. “Where is he?”

“He wasn’t invited to the ceremony. At this time of the day, I’d imagine he’s sitting in on a council meeting. He’s taken quite an interest in—”

That was all I needed to know. “Thank you, Father!” I exclaimed. “I will see you soon.”

I was already running.

Only for Takkan would I venture into the Hornet’s Nest, my unaffectionate nickname for where Father’s council met. But I was well rewarded for my trouble.

There he was, sitting in the front row of the assembly, his spine as straight as the stack of books before him. At the sight of him, I let out a chuckle. Of all the places to go on this glorious summer afternoon, Takkan would be inside, listening in on a tedious council meeting. Any other young man his age would be out strutting about Gindara or currying favor with other nobles through games of cards.

Not Takkan. By now he had probably read every scroll in the archives. And knew all the ministers by name, and their children too.

Chief Minister Hawar was droning on and on, and Takkan was actually paying attention. He didn’t see Kiki and me peeking at him through the latticed window.

My heart gave a nervous flutter. “Looks like he hasn’t heard I’m back.”

What? said Kiki. Are you worried he’s forgotten you? If she could’ve rolled her inky eyes, she would’ve. It’s been six months, not six decades. Hurry up and go in before you ruin the surprise. I want Radish Boy to fall off his chair when he sees you.

That made me grin. Before I lost my nerve, I barged past the guards and into the Hornet’s Nest.

It ought to have impressed me how spryly the old ministers sprang to their feet, but I couldn’t have cared less. I barely heard their cries of “Shiori’anma, you’ve returned!” and “Shiori’anma, what is the meaning of this intrusion?”

I had eyes only for Takkan. Kiki was right: at the sight of me, he nearly toppled off his rosewood stool. He rushed to stand and join the ministers in a uniform bow.

“Not you,” I said, pulling him up by the arm.

I regarded my father’s officials, overlooking their furrowed brows and fallen jaws. “I’m borrowing Bushi’an Takkan for the rest of the afternoon,” I declared. “Carry on without him.”

Only the chief minister dared to show his disapproval. I felt a stab of annoyance as he turned up his mushroom nose and clucked at me.

I grabbed Takkan by the hand, towing him out of the chamber. “Run!” I whispered once we were out the door.

We sprinted through the imperial gardens. Dragonflies buzzed, kitebirds sang, and the overpowering perfume of lilies and chrysanthemums flooded my nostrils. But I didn’t slow until we were far from prying eyes.

After we passed the first footbridge, Takkan asked, rightfully, “Why are we running?”

“Because we can,” I replied between breaths. “Because I’ve been a thousand fathoms beneath the sea for the past week. Because my father told me to act as though nothing has happened, and this is the first thing the old Shiori would have done.”

“I see,” he replied. Then he winked. “Race you!”

Ahead he sped, and I ran too, shouting after him, “You don’t even know where we’re going!”

“I have an idea.”

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