The next morning, the darkened sky wept with fitful rain. Amanizar's duties began at sunrise with a symbolic hour of prayer and fasting after which she attended formal state breakfast. She had spent most of the meditation brooding about last night's assassination attempt. Captain Gelir had sent for Lord Bokadan who ordered a top-to-bottom search of the palace. Of course they found nothing.
She dozed during some of the morning rituals. Finally, after an entire day of ceremonies bound by carefully prescribed ancient custom, she knelt in the throne room under the towering statue of Kantazar. Her regent Salagon, stood in front of her with the crown in his hands. She knew her Chief Court Magician enjoyed having the power of a king while she was still a child. Now that she had reached her eighteenth birthday and her majority, he would set the crown on her head but she'd have to wrest the power from him....
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