Free Void Wielder 2 Legacy of Chaos by Cesar Gonzalez

know how I love to dance.”
    “Oh, yes. I know .” Throughout his years at Rohad, Falcon had attended more than one dance with Aya. The day after every dance, he would wake with blisters on his feet. They were some of the most painful memories he had at Rohad, but strangely some of the fondest as well.
    “Good luck,” said Aya. “Tell me how it goes.”
    “I will.” Falcon scanned the large palace hall for Hiromy. She was going to be hard to find in such a packed room. There were long tables along the right side of the wall filled with food. Everything from local foods like Bermuda steaks, grove juice, pichion meat, and dried berries to the imported honey-dipped almonds, red bean buns, seaweed fish, and sweetened white meat.
    A soft tap landed in his shoulder. He turned and found himself face-to-face with Hiromy. She wore a luxurious white and blue dress. Her hair was fixed in two hooped ponytails.
    “You’ve been here long?” she asked.
    “No, not really.” He handed her a blue rose.
    “Oh it’s beautiful.” She grabbed his hand. “Follow me. I want you to meet dad.”
    Talking to the emperor might be easier than I thought.
    But when Falcon got to the royal table, he quickly saw how wrong he was. Emperor Romus sat at the end of a long table. He was a short man with an untamed mustache. The table was filled with nobles, army commanders, and generals.
    The emperor pulled out the empty chair on his right side. “Go ahead, my beautiful daughter.”
    “Thanks, daddy,” said Hiromy, taking a seat. She looked at Falcon. “You can sit in front of me.”
    Falcon looked at the chair Hiromy pointed at . How does she expect me to sit there? There was a nobleman sitting on it.
    The man held his nose up to the air. Falcon didn’t know who he was, but the fact that he sat on the emperor’s left side was a clear testament to his royal status.
    Falcon stood behind Hiromy. “There’s someone there.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” responded Hiromy, matter-of- factly. “Nobleman Loss was just leaving.”
    Nobleman Loss’s eyes darted about the table. “I assure you, young miss, that I had no intention of leaving.”
    Hiromy turned to the emperor. “Dad, wasn’t Mr. Loss leaving?”
    The entire table went quiet.
    “Nobleman Loss,” said Emperor Romus, pulling at his mustache. “Weren’t you just saying you were about to step out for some fresh air?”
    Nobleman Loss’s shade of color changed a few pigments. “Oh, yes. I get an awful headache when I don’t get some fresh air at nights. It would do me much good to step outside for a moment.” He turned to Falcon. “Go ahead, you can sit here while I’m gone, Mister… I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”
    “Falcon Hyatt.”
    A loud gasp made its way through the table. Obviously they hadn’t expected to be spending the evening with him.
    “What?” hissed Nobleman Loss. “I have to give up my chair to the brother of the traitor?”
    “You have to give up your seat for my friend,” said Hiromy, glaring at the nobleman.
    The man raised his fist and opened his mouth. But then he brought it down and stomped away.
    Falcon felt his face redden with heat. “Listen. I don’t want to cause any trouble. I just wanted to speak to you, Emperor Romus.”
    The short emperor eyed him suspiciously. “Then why didn’t you set up a meeting with me?”
    “I’m afraid that would take too long. I need to speak to you now.”
    “That won’t do. As you can see, I’m hosting a party at the moment.”
    “With all due respect, sir, this is not the time for parties. The Suteckh Empire is launching an attack on the capital cities of Va’siel. It’s highly likely that Ladria will be next.”
    The emperor tossed a grape into his mouth. “Don’t waste your breath. Word has reached me of the Suteckh attack on Sandoria. And I fail to see how a conflict between those two backward cities has anything to do with Ladria.”
    Falcon tried to keep his voice as respectful as