“Then congratulations are in order,” said Reeve.
Ambrose clicked his tongue.
“Thank you,” said Maeve. “But I didn’t accept the offer.”
Ambrose spoke proudly. “Maeve is also being offered a spot as a Bellator.”
“I’m still considering that one,” said Maeve coyly.
Reeve grinned again, and his head cocked to one side. He looked to Moon. “Is that so?”
Moon nodded and jabbed his chin towards Ambrose. “You expect anything less out of his blood?”
Ambrose loosed a laugh and Moon continued.
“He’s been a pain in my ass for years!”
Maeve caught Reeve breaking his attention from her father and the Orator to survey her. She was not intimidated by the power he held, though she could feel it pushing across the floor towards her, feeling for just how much power she had.
“Moon, are you calling this lovely warrior a pain in the ass?” Asked Reeve playfully.
Moon sputtered on his brandy, and Ambrose let out a hardy laugh.
“Reeve I do enjoy your company,” said Ambrose.
“Warrior?” Asked Maeve.
A female Immortal that was as tall as Reeve slunk behind him and laced their elbows together. She was stunning, like all the Immortal women, in a way that agitated Maeve. Graceful beauty oozing from her every move, her every breath and every pore were pure perfection. She looked not a day over twenty-five, another perk of the Immortals Maeve envied. Reeve gave the girl a look of approval at her touch.
“Yes,” he continued. “In Aterna, the Immortals that make up our defenses are called Senshi Warriors. Like your Magical Militia. Only with weapons of magic.”
“Are you one?” She asked.
Her Father’s hand tensed on her shoulder, a cue to let him be. A cue which Maeve ignored.
“I am,” said Reeve proudly.
“An army of Immortals,” said Maeve playfully. “What could you possibly need that for?”
Moon tensed, but Reeve remained casual, a smile ticking up at the corners of his lips. One Maeve returned.
“Is that school neglecting to teach you history?” He asked with a laugh.
The golden-haired Immortal on his arm inclined her head and spoke sweetly.
“Would you like to dance before the night is over, High Lord?”
He had not introduced her. She was no High Lady or Queen. She was just his date. The High Lord’s mate died a century again, according to her Father. Apparently Reeve was quite the bachelor now. Much to Maeve’s pleasure, he ignored his date and continued addressing Maeve herself. She wasn’t sure why it satisfied her that the Immortal goddess on his arm was second to her at the moment.
“Go read about the War of Shadows. Three hundred years ago.”
“I have read about it,” said Maeve.
“Not well enough apparently,” said Reeve.
“Apparently,” said Maeve, taking a look up at her father.
“Get on,” he said playfully with a gentle shove and released her shoulders.
