Chapter 8 Patriarchs
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Updated : Sep 18th, 2025
Naemary's family sat together. They were all in some of the best clothes and accessories they had. Even the little maids-in-waiting had broad headdresses. Their girlish braids even had a few bejewelled pins.
Their young little faces were haughty. They were still too young to know how to hide their egos in such a situation. It was as if they'd forgotten that they weren't the only ones looking important.
Horns, drums, and bagpipes were suddenly played in a short, announcing tune. In the centre, from the main doors, the patriarch of the Kaezhlar clan arrived. A few steps behind him, each holding a box plated in gold, were his squires.
The Patriarch was wearing a long gown with sleeves that fell a significant length past his hands. There was even a wing-like shape. The warm weather didn't matter.
The procession halted some distance from the platform bearing the throne. Then, carefully, they all had to turn around and move ahead a bit. The servants had to keep the cloth from twisting.
He came to a halt before the Naemarys family, greeting the head of Naemarys' family head. He was a man of regal stature with a commanding presence that demanded respect.
It was a sight to behold—to see both powerhouses, two powerful beings standing side by side.
Then they both sat side by side, at the centre of the room.
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