Chapter 21: Life at the Divine Throne
I quickly grew used to the pace of life at the Divine Throne. Compared to the days spent in the warehouse, it was paradise. Maids regularly attended our quarters, cleaning and replacing sheets, clothing, and even window drapes.
At Soltair's request, they brought several sets of clothing to replace the simple white dress I wore. Having been too poor to afford anything nicer than rags my entire past life, I quickly fell in love with the personally tailored dresses and coats. Unlike the full-length skirts many priests wore, these dresses were shorter, to account for my tail. Trying on a particularly beautiful dress, I gave a little twirl, enjoying the sensation of the wind in my air and the soft silks rising about my waist.
"Looks good," Soltair nodded in appreciation.
The dress was nothing fancy, with the skirt at the knee and material flexible enough to allow me to move comfortably. Of course, I knew Soltair liked it because of the low neckline and how it hugged my modest curves, but I didn't dislike the attention. If only the blouse weren't so tight, or sheer, for that matter.
As the days passed, the Divine Throne slowly adjusted to my presence. Priests still stared in the hallways, and I often drew offensive remarks, sometimes bordering on violence, but Soltair was quick to step in. After a few weeks, there was hardly any reaction at all.
Each day, I followed Soltair around to his lessons and training. Whenever I wasn't at his side, I was in the library, studying magic and learning the history of the world. Aside from casual interactions with tutors and mages during training, there was only a handful we were close to. Of the few, like Selena or Jordan, was Trithe.
Occasionally, she'd tag along whenever we went to various lessons and proved to be very knowledgeable about history and politics. Mostly, though, she joined us for meals after training.
On one such occasion, Soltair and I sat around a table, idly discussing the day when Trithe dropped down beside us. The table was meant for two, but the blonde girl pulled up a chair and squeezed in beside Soltair, going so far push my plate further away.
"Hey, Soltair, what kind of spell did you use at the end of our last duel? You know, the one that blasted away the crowd?"