Chapter 11: The Silk Spider
Lysander moved through the palace corridors like a hunted ghost. He kept to the deepest shadows avoiding the patrols of the City Guard. The guards were leaderless and volatile after Captain Thorne was dragged to the dungeons and Lysander knew many of them blamed him for the disaster.
He needed protection. He needed an ally with enough power to shield him from Silas and the wrath of the military. There was only one person in the Sunless Throne who possessed that kind of leverage.
Lady Seraphina Caligari.
Lysander arrived at the heavy gilded doors of the treasury wing. Two elite mercenaries stood guard. They did not wear the standard armor of the palace. They wore the dark emerald colors of House Caligari. They crossed their halberds blocking his path.
"I must speak with Lady Seraphina," Lysander said trying to keep his voice steady. "Tell her Lysander offers a mutually beneficial arrangement."
The guards exchanged a blank look before one of them slipped inside. A moment later the door opened wider allowing Lysander to enter.
The parlor of the Silk Spider was a masterclass in intimidating wealth. The walls were draped in emerald silk and the furniture was carved from rare white ivory. Piles of gold coins and precious gems rested carelessly on silver platters.
Lady Seraphina sat behind a massive desk of polished mahogany. She was reviewing a stack of trade ledgers. She did not look up when Lysander approached.
"You smell of desperation Lysander," Seraphina said her voice light and musical. "It is a very cheap perfume. I suggest you wash it off before the Queen notices."
"My Lady," Lysander began bowing deeply. "I come to you with an offer of absolute loyalty. The new consort Silas is a threat to all of us. He orchestrated the death of Captain Thorne. He is manipulating the Queen. He wants to control the court."
Seraphina slowly turned a page in her ledger. "And you want me to swat this annoying little fly for you. In exchange for what exactly? Your loyalty is a worthless currency Lysander. You are a pretty face who has lost his patron. You have no gold no armies and no secrets."
"I know the inner workings of the harem," Lysander pleaded stepping closer to the desk. "I know the Queen’s moods. I can be your eyes and ears in her private chambers."
Seraphina finally looked up. Her eyes were completely devoid of empathy. They were the eyes of a predator examining a wounded animal.
"Silas is already doing that," Seraphina purred leaning back in her chair. "And he is doing it much better than you ever did. You see Lysander you are a survivor. You react to threats. Silas is an architect. He builds them."
Lysander felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. "You cannot trust him. He will betray you."
"Of course he will," Seraphina smiled a chilling sociopathic smile. "That is what makes him so incredibly valuable. A predictable ally is boring. A brilliant enemy who can be bought is a treasure. Silas understands the flow of power. He understands leverage."
She stood up and walked around the desk. She picked up a heavy gold coin from a silver platter and rolled it across her knuckles.
"Do you know what Silas did yesterday?" Seraphina asked her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He visited the grand library. He spoke with the Royal Scribe. My spies tell me he spent exactly five minutes looking at the eastern grain ledgers. The very ledgers I use to fund my private mercenary army."
Lysander stared at her in horror. "He knows about your embezzlement?"
"He knows," Seraphina confirmed her smile widening. "And instead of running to the Queen to expose me he left the library. He left the weapon sitting right there on the table. Do you know why?"
Lysander shook his head his mind struggling to keep up with the terrifying layers of the game Silas was playing.
"Because exposing me only removes a piece from the board," Seraphina explained her eyes gleaming with dark admiration. "By keeping my secret he holds a knife to my throat. He is forcing me to the negotiating table. He is not trying to survive the Sunless Throne Lysander. He is trying to take it."."
She stopped in front of him and dropped the gold coin into his trembling hand.
"You are obsolete Lysander," Seraphina whispered. "You brought a dagger to a game of chess. Silas is playing five moves ahead and you do not even know what board you are standing on. Leave my parlor. If you ever approach me again I will have you killed."
Lysander stumbled backward clutching the gold coin. He turned and fled the emerald parlor his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He had been completely rejected. The Silk Spider would not help him. She was too fascinated by the monster Silas was becoming.
Lysander leaned against the cold stone wall of the corridor sliding down until he hit the floor. He pulled his knees to his chest. Silas was not just a rival consort. He was a plague spreading through the palace infecting the highest levels of power.
If the treasury would not help him there was only one faction left. The faction that valued brute strength over subtle games. The faction that had just lost one of their own to Silas’s machinations.
Lysander wiped the cold sweat from his face and stood up. He had to find General Draven Morvath. He had to unleash the Bloodhounds.
