Chapter 63: Dirty Work
My feet were heavy under me despite the spark of possibility the conversation on the balcony gave me. There were so many
ifs, buts, and maybes in our plan, the core spark of it was smothered as I strode up the aisle in the midst of the family
toward my throne. I almost snarled at them for their attention to detail, the elaborate costumes even more over the top
than usual, as if dressing like idiots would make everything go away. Piles of fur and feathers and silver studding
turned them into a sea of ridiculous, a caricature of demonhood. They were pathetic and clinging to their superiority if
only through the way they dressed.
I, myself, had long given up on the pomp of court, my favorite skin-tight black cat suit under a shimmering robe of
crystal-covered mesh the best I could muster. My only concessions to style were my chrome platform boots, a favorite gift