3E38, 2nd of Second Seed, 2:00am
"Ahhh! Come in your highness! Forgive me for letting you stand outside! What is it that brings you to Archon at such a time?" The Kajiit obviously suprised by the visit of the King-Priest of Lilmoth had failed to see the small bundle he carried in his excitement.
"I bring you this hatchling... He has been touched by the void. He is called to serve the Will of Sithis." The Argonian King spoke.
"How is the Crown Prince fairing tonight your highness?" The kajiit asked out of interest.
"He fairs well... Speaker Sashad White-Tail of the Black Hand... Buisness calls for me. His tail is black as the void." At these words the Kajiit looked at the small Argonian who had started to wriggle at the words.
"I think he likes that." The Kajiit smiled at the infant argonian.
"What shall his name be?" The King asked curiously.
"Dark-Tail... Seems fitting." The Kajiit said still smiling.
"Good. I must be off Sashad. Take care of that one." The King said as he turned to leave.
"Why is this one so blessed your highness?" The Speaker asked realizing the King stared at the child with meaning.
"He is my son... The seventh in line to the throne. Keep this hidden from him till the day you die." The King took a last look and was enveloped by the purple haze.
Sashad White-Tail was thrown off guard by this comment and he scooped the hatchling up and grabbed some goat milk to feed Dark-Tail.
Sashad started to write a letter detailing the arrival of the Shadowscale and how Archon was running. He finished with his signature and a small stamp of which a hand print was inlaid. The letter was addressed to the Listener of the Black Hand. Satisfied with himself he called down a dingy hallway for a courier, which in this case was his Silencer. He trusted only the Black Hand.
"How can I help sir?" An orc of considerable size appeared. He carried a huge war hammer and was clad in a heavy black armor.
"Balshur. I need this letter delivered to the Listener. Do not read it. Do not lose it. And for Sithis' sake don't get arrested." The Kajiit sounded irate.
"No worries sir! I'll deliver the letter first before I get drunk. Then they can try to arrest me!" With that the orc took the letter and strode out the door humming lazily.
Sashad got to thinking about the young prince.
"Seventh in line eh? He'll never be King of Lilmoth. His eldest brother is 82 years old. The current King was 93 when he came to power, and that was 60 years before I was born. I didn't even know the King still had the stuff left in him for a son. Damn elders live to be 180 to 200 years old. Must be in the blood. The King himself was Shadowscale. His oldest brother already has two sons. His 2nd oldest brother has a son. Then his older sister has a son. Damn Royal Families and there blood lines."
The Kajiit had absent mindedly picked up the bottle of goat milk thinking it was skooma and spat it out when it touched his tongue. He stopped and looked at the Argonian on his lap. Dark-Tail was fast asleep in the cloth bundle. Squeaking and grunting here and there. Already speaking Jel from the visions given to him from the Hist Sap.