Lelpak Chasmor clattered down yet another hall of the palace. He was normally a composed and calm man, but he was beginning to get unnerved. Osmar himself had been pressing him about this for weeks, months, working with him and insisting that it all be ready on time. And now Osmar, Emperor or Mor'os and the person on whose vision much of this had been done, was no where to be found.
He stopped and inhaled, and then exhaled, in an attempt to steady himself. If he missed this, it would not be the end of the word he told himself. It could always be rescheduled he told himself. It only helped slightly. He stopped a passing servant.
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"Where is his Divinity? It is almost time for his appearance and I cannot find him."
"Have you checked the Imperial Bed Chambers Honored Prime Minister?" she asked.
"Yes, and he isn't there."
"Then I am afraid that I do not know the answer. My apologies. Would you like me and the others to aid you in your search?"
"Please, do so." Chasmor barely finished the sentence before clattering of again, looking from room to room. The servant watched him go, slightly curious, before resuming her duties. She knew nothing of the Emperor, but she knew that their newest guest, the female one who the rumors said had fell from Heaven itself, was sleeping in the chamber down the hall and to the right. It was her duty to wake her, and as she walked she enlisted more passing servants to search for Osmar along side Chasmor. This done, she went to the room in which Hanna was sleeping and slid open the door. Rumors also said that the new arrival did not speak Mor'osi, the only language she was familiar with, but the servant concluded that the noise she would make while speaking would be sufficient.
"Honored guest," she said in Mor'osi as she slid the door open. "It is morning-oh! Your Divinity!" She was not sure why the Emperor had shown up in the room of their newest guest, but that was not her place to question, for the moment at least while she was on duty. She gave a hasty series of bows.
"Your Divinity, the Prime Minister has been seeking for you." Osmar, a bit bleary, was sitting up and blinking the sleep from his eyes. "He says that it will soon be time for your Divinities appearance, and I believe that he wishes for your Divinity to prepare." This seemed touch something in Osmar, as sleeps grip suddenly lifted and dashed out of bed.
"What time is it?" he asked urgently.
"I am unsure your Divinity, my apologies."
"Do not think of it." And without a further word Osmar rushed out of the room and down the halls in a mad dash to prepare himself. The servant watched him go, a bit stunned by such unusual behavior from the usually stoic Emperor. But then he was lost from view, and she turned back to the girl who had been sleeping beside him, her mind already inventing and concluding what was happening between the two.
