Metal channeling is a powerful order of magic use. Strong metal channelers can guide weapons into their mark using the aether, a powerful skill for a warrior. Those of average strength often take roles as blacksmiths, supplying the weapons and armor for kingdoms. Some can even craft blades imbued with aether magic to keep them eternally sharp or to wound more deeply.

The Unabridged History of Magical Orders, Volume I

The next day, I can barely keep my attention focused on the advisors presenting revenue numbers and other operational kingdom updates. Sensing my mind wandering, Carex asks, “Your Majesty, should we have a short recess?” I startle from my thoughts and nod. Carex approaches me where I stand in the corner pouring myself a mug of tea.

“Is everything alright, Laurel?” he asks in a low voice only I can hear. I look at his handsome face, gray eyes bright as he observes me with an awareness that only comes from an ex-lover. It’s been twenty years since our three decades-long courtship ended, mostly amicably, but it had been a deep and intense affair before fizzling out. Nonetheless, Carex knows me well and can tell that I’m preoccupied.

“Yes, I didn’t sleep well last night. My mind is wandering. I’ll have a cup of tea before we resume.”

He doesn’t believe me. “Laurel, it’s not just today. You’ve been distracted for weeks. I know you must be missing Nemesia’s absence. Please, confide in me.”

His words echo what he told me when we’d ended our relationship. He had wanted more. Wanted to become my partner, wanted me to bring him into my confidence. He had pushed and pushed, until we both realized I wasn’t ready. I can’t keep pushing you for more, Laurel. If you can’t let me in, how can we ever evolve? He had said the words with kindness, but we both knew what they meant. The next day, he’d asked if we should end things. I knew it was coming, knew that it was the only way forward, but it still stung. I’d agreed because I didn’t know what else to say. I think we both thought we’d eventually resume the relationship, though when and what that would look like neither of us had an answer for.

I consider telling him the truth now, bringing him into my confidence. Consider allowing him to fill the massive hole that Nemesia has left behind her. But I can’t trust him, or anyone on the Council, for that matter. With everything crushing in on me now, my preference to shut everyone out has only intensified.

When I don’t respond, lost in my thoughts, he presses on. “Let me in, Laurel. You’re clearly struggling. I can help.”

“There’s a lot going on right now. I’m distracted. That’s all.”