Chapter: Blue
Rating: K in this chapter.
Jon stood back, admiring his squire's new attire. The blue tunic was of rich cloth, made more expensive by the intensity of the color and the intricate embroidery. The Conté crest was worked in fine silver thread over his heart, and the king regarded it with a sense of ownership. He had taken this misguided boy and elevated him to unimaginable heights, at the same time defying tradition and pulling off a political coup. It would have been perfect but for near-undetectable shadow of misery in the Bazhir youth's expression.
"Is something wrong?" Jon asked.
Zahir grimaced in reply. "I look terrible in blue."