The Telematrix, Part 9
A part of her was revolted that she was actually going through with it. At the beginning, when the king was laying out his plan, she only feigned agreement with his many pretentions. But what began as a half-hearted attempt to make him think she understood and sympathized with his plight quickly became a realization that her hatred for her father would have to wait until her own future was assured.
“Don’t bother coming back,” one of her more physically imposing sisters jeered at her as her horse carried her smoothly out of the courtyard.
That made her the last to set off. Of course, it wasn’t a race. Speed had hardly a thing to do with it. This mission was going to require intellect and courage, qualities she was certain gave her the upper hand in the competition.
Before climbing slowly onto her own horse, she imagined Tronya Soy standing next to her, offering an encouraging word. It was truly staggering to Telematrice that she was on her own now, that whatever came next would be the consequence of her own actions and decisions. It was an intimidating realization.
She looked up and closed her eyes, excising Tronya’s spectre. When she opened them, a steely determination settled in a she knew she was ready.