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    Silvana's Trial
    Silvana's Trial
    Silvana's Trial
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    Silvana's Trial

    By Astrid V.J.

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    Silvana, crown princess of Oruna, is faced with a task that most would fail. She is ordered to accompany her mortal enemy, the man who tried to murder her father when she was seven years old. The imperial prince wants to tour her nation and Silvana is the only person of high enough station to do perform this task. Can she do this impossible task to keep her people safe?

    On a journey that brings painful memories with every step, Silvana must maintain appearances and keep her secrets safe from the imperial prince. Can she overcome her hate? Or will she succumb to the festering desire for vengeance that is threatening to make her as evil as the imperial prince she despises?

    Silvana’s Trial is one of The Wordmage's Tales accompanying The Apprentice Storyteller. The apprentice has learned from master storyteller, Viola Alerion, and now he performs these classic tales from the Haldrian Empire in his own right.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAstrid V.J.
    Release dateJun 26, 2022
    ISBN9789198744262
    Silvana's Trial
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    Astrid V.J.

    Astrid V.J. is an award-winning and USA Today Bestselling Author from South Africa. She is also a trained social anthropologist and transformational life coach. She currently resides in Sweden with her husband and their two children.In early childhood, Astrid showed an interest in reading and languages—interests which her family encouraged. Astrid started writing her first novel at age 12 and now writes fantasy in a range of subgenres, exploring her passion for cultures and languages. Astrid writes transformation fiction, exploring the human capacity for transformation and achieving success in the face of adversity. She is fluent in five European languages, and when she isn’t writing, Astrid likes to read, take walksin nature, play silly games with her children, do embroidery, and play music.

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      Silvana's Trial - Astrid V.J.

      Jo strode down the central aisle of the imperial audience hall, ignoring the massive painted dome above him and the glittering walls around him. Even the group of people craning their necks to see him better didn’t catch his attention. He had eyes only for one person in the room: the empress who sat on her gilded throne.

      Her hair was wound in an intricate style making a silver mountain inside the circle of her glittering crown. Her gown was diaphanous and transitioned from white at the rounded neckline through several shades of pink until ending in salmon at the train and on the edges of the flared sleeves. She reclined on the throne, her hands trailing over the arm rests and with a look that could only be described as boredom on her lined face. She appeared younger than she was. Her face showed some signs of age, but she didn’t look anywhere near eighty, which was what Jo remembered she should be.

      When Jo reached the mark up to which he was allowed to approach, he bowed, billowing his cloak out around him in a move he’d studied from watching his master, Viola, doing it countless times. A herald stepped up to his left and announced him.

      And what is it you want, boy? The empress’ voice was sharp and in the undercurrent of her words, Jo heard her asking, Why are you here, wasting my time?

      Jo smiled. Her acerbic voice took him back to his first meeting with Viola, so long ago, in a smoky inn at the heart of his desert word, half a galaxy away. Jo hardened his resolve as he recalled the night when he’d gathered the courage to ask to become an apprentice, only to be turned away. Jo had achieved his goal then, becoming a storyteller like he’d always dreamed, but he’d also done so much more since.

      Straightening his spine, Jo gripped his staff, feeling the carvings on the jade surface digging into his palm. His eyes met the empress’ gaze. He held it for a heartbeat longer than was proper before answering in as steady a voice as his nineteen years could muster, I am here to entertain, Your Imperial Majesty. I wish to tell a story.

      The empress’ sandy complexion darkened and her eyes flashed. Jo saw storm clouds brewing in the dark pools of her eyes. Before she could voice her displeasure, Jo rallied his courage and said, When I was apprenticed to Viola Alerion, a spark of recognition lit up the storm in the empress’ eyes, now sparkling with interest, I became curious about the tale, The Last Warrior. Jo licked his lips. Oruna has always played a key part in Haldrian imperial politics and the story made me wonder if there were any historical accuracies. What I found through my research was not only confirmation the key events are factual, but also that the story didn’t end where the tale does. From the records in the archives, I have pieced together the rest of the tale and I wish to perform my first official interpretation of it to you, Oh Empress.

      The old woman’s eyes flashed and she nodded. Jo responded by pulling his lute from his back and settling in a cross-legged position on the carpeted floor. At the same time, he placed his green staff onto the ground by his side. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a servant hurrying over with a cushioned stool, but Jo waved the man off. He rested the lute against his legs and strummed the strings. Good, the time spent tuning it had not been wasted.

      While gazing up at the empress upon her throne, Jo began his tale, his fingers dancing with practised ease across the strings of his instrument.

      PART I

      Mortal Enemy

      Silvana advanced through the pink-hued upper halls of the Orundian royal palace. Her high forehead furrowed in frustration when she thought about her brother and sister. Their antics had caused a lot of trouble this time.

      Disregarding the servant outside a tall door, she pushed through into the Chiryo-shi’s audience chamber. The wooden panelling on the walls gave shading of light and dark in a series of intricate inlays depicting flowers and other plants.

      Mother! she exclaimed, annoyance lacing her voice. Can you please do something about—

      Silvana broke off mid-sentence when she noticed a man in attendance on her mother. He turned to look at her and Silvana choked. She knew that long, pale-brown face from her nightmares. Faltering mid stride, she felt her gaze lock onto his amber eyes. With an effort of will, she snapped her mouth shut.

      Cynthia rose from her chair. Silvana detected worry and a hint of embarrassment in her mother’s tone when she breathed, Your Excellency, allow me to present my eldest daughter, Silvana, Koutayshi-hime of this royal house.

      The man inclined his head in her direction but Silvana recoiled. Shock and disbelief stole her voice, robbed her of any semblance of dignity. She stood and stared until a fountain of anger pushed its way through her petrified core.

      How can you sit there so calmly with him right there? I can't believe you, Mother! He—

      Enough! Silvana. Her tone was stern, berating a naughty child. That’s no way to conduct yourself before His Excellency, Imperial Prince Huneddzach. The reprimand stung and Silvana drew back as though she’d been slapped.

      Taking a deep breath to calm herself she retorted, Just because someone is born into a particular status in life, does not dictate their actions. Their actions should dictate how they will be treated. Her mother glared razor-sharp daggers at her and Silvana sank into a curtsey, perfection trained for her status as crown princess. Then she added, maintaining perfect control of her voice, I apologise for having intruded. The matter can await your return home, Chiryo-shi.

      Silvana turned on her heel and flounced out of the room without a backward glance. She held her head high using every ounce of her training to radiate haughty disinterest.

      The prince chuckled as he watched her go.

      Unable to hide her mortification, the healer, her mother, said, I apologise for Silvana’s atrocious behaviour, Your Excellency.

      He shook his head with a sigh, There is nothing to forgive, Chiryo-shi. She has spoken the truth most eloquently for one so young. Tell me, did she recognise me? She must have been, what, five or six, when I was last here.

      Cynthia sighed. She was seven when the incident in Haftown occurred. She followed me when I hurried to the scene—

      When the healer’s voice trailed off, he clenched his fist. His brow furrowed as the memory of his zealous mission from eleven years before assaulted his memory. Then, in the blindness of youth, he’d been obsessed with finishing the tale of the warrior people once and for all.

      His own thoughtless actions, the way he’d tortured the fugitive and found pleasure in maiming instead of giving a swift death, haunted him. He rubbed at the base of his collarbone where the wound Flynn had inflicted on him began to throb.

      I expect I’ve haunted her nightmares ever since, he whispered, his chest tightening.

      What is done is done, Cynthia replied. Now, let me see this old wound that troubles you.

      The examination completed, she reaffirmed the inexplicable nature of his ailment, and the prince left her chambers with a heavy heart, finding his way to the palace garden. He looked out over the ocean. Waves crashed against the cliff below the palace. The sound was rhythmic, soothing. His thoughts turned back to his meeting with the Orundian crown princess.

      Silvana, he murmured to himself.

      His mind played over her cold rebuttal of his high position and her feigned indifference. He trailed his eyes over a two-storey mansion standing on the other side of the garden from the palace. He remembered questioning the Chiryo-shi there and his mind delved back on everything he knew about her and her three children.

      Eleven years, he murmured, twisting his signet ring round and round the finger on his right hand. How he had changed in that time! After his humiliating return to The Capital in Haldria, he’d reassessed his life and found himself wanting. Not only that, he’d also realized how much he’d allowed others to dictate his actions. Well, no more. He’d come to Oruna to heal—make peace with the horrors he’d unleashed when he was eighteen, and hopefully find a way to cure what ailed him.

      A thought struck him. Perhaps if he could find a way to make amends, his debilitating condition could be healed? His vicious attack on Flynn had left him crippled. For years, every time he raised arms against someone, the scar running the length of his left collar bone acted up, shooting searing fingers of fire through his body. Sometimes it was so bad he’d double up in agony, or even faint. All the doctors and healers he visited affirmed there was no physical reason for any pain. They all agreed it was a psychosomatic symptom.

      If that was true, then he should be able to alleviate his symptoms by coming clean and allowing his conscience time to heal his spirit. But could he ever come to terms with his actions from eleven years before? Was there any hope that he could heal and overcome the crippling pain so humiliating and debilitating? He set his jaw in determination, settling the ring in its usual place, and turned back towards the palace. He would have to try. It was all he could do.

      Someone knocked on the door and Silvana did everything in her power to ignore the summons. She was brooding over details of her worst nightmare. In her mind’s eye she looked down upon her father’s broken, bleeding body while her mother healed the pure incarnation of evil lying beside him. Hatred filled her with the memory of the monster who’d left the man she loved most in the world as little more than a crippled pile of bone and flesh.

      It didn’t matter her mother had succeeded in piecing her father back together again with her healer’s art. She should have left that awful imperial prince to die of his wounds. But no, she’d healed him first, using precious energy and power to save a man who didn’t deserve life. Every breath he took was a travesty, and knowing he was alive and in her mother’s healing chambers only made each of Silvana’s breaths drive daggers into her chest.

      A second, more insistent knock pulled Silvana from her reverie.

      What is it?

      Princess, the queen asks for you. It is urgent. the muffled voice replied from behind the door.

      Sighing as she rolled into a sitting position on the bed, Silvana answered, I’ll be right there.

      There was a momentary pause, and then the servant added, The queen asks that you present yourself in regal attire, Koutaishi-hime.

      Silvana groaned, and leaned over to ring the bell-pull beside her bed.

      Once she had readied herself, Silvana stepped outside into

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