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One morning in winter, Pelias, the King's advisor, awoke.
He hadn't slept much, his mind having reeled all night. He swung his legs out of bed, and dressed. He took some time to fix his hair after wetting his face in his silver basin; his reflection showed a man with deep lines in his forehead and a goatee. He was surprised how much older he was looking as of late, but figured it was because of his plans. In fact, he had been planning for a long time; everything led up to this day, the King's birthday. Pelias was due to show at the King's hunt, an activity he hated. For as many years as he'd been King Michael's advisor, he'd been forced to attend the annual hunt. He scoffed, strapped a dagger to his thigh, and hurried out to the stables. |