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Goblin Emperor: News Flies to Edonomee by Zhisanin
News Flies to Edonomee (Csevet | G | 10,281 words): The beginning of The Goblin Emperor from Csevet's point of view. This does such a good job of showing why Csevet makes the decision to help Maia and how Maia inspires such devotion in the characters loyal to him. The world-building is also top-notch, this very much feels another bit of canon.
Excerpt:
"I…we must speak with our cousin." Maia was clearly unaccustomed to the formal first person; Csevet did not expect anything else after having spoken to Nelar. He bowed his head slightly, accepting the dismissal, but Maia went on. "Do you…that is, you must be tired. Let us summon a manservant to tend to your needs."
"Your Serenity is very kind."
Csevet almost choked on the words: he only was able to utter them more or less smoothly because of the years in a service where formality and manners sometimes meant the difference between life and death. It was not as if he needed to be tended to: it was the fact that Maia Drazhar, knowing himself emperor, recognized him not only as someone to be asked, then thanked, but also someone with probable needs.
Maia rang the bell and a small, delicately built boy entered so soon that he must have been listening at the door – by no means a manservant, but Csevet suspected he was the only one around. The boy smiled openly at him, probably eager for anything to break the bleak routine he must lead.
Excerpt:
"I…we must speak with our cousin." Maia was clearly unaccustomed to the formal first person; Csevet did not expect anything else after having spoken to Nelar. He bowed his head slightly, accepting the dismissal, but Maia went on. "Do you…that is, you must be tired. Let us summon a manservant to tend to your needs."
"Your Serenity is very kind."
Csevet almost choked on the words: he only was able to utter them more or less smoothly because of the years in a service where formality and manners sometimes meant the difference between life and death. It was not as if he needed to be tended to: it was the fact that Maia Drazhar, knowing himself emperor, recognized him not only as someone to be asked, then thanked, but also someone with probable needs.
Maia rang the bell and a small, delicately built boy entered so soon that he must have been listening at the door – by no means a manservant, but Csevet suspected he was the only one around. The boy smiled openly at him, probably eager for anything to break the bleak routine he must lead.