Lover Enshrined

“ ’Tis a good thing we got you back in time,” the doggen at the wheel had said in his happy doggen voice. “Would be a shame for you to miss this.”

Qhui

Of course, he’d thought. His father was stepping down as leahdyre of the glymera after a distinguished term of service heading the Princeps Council. This was the party to celebrate his work and to mark the passing of the position to Lash’s father.

And this was what the staff had been bustling around about for the last couple weeks. He’d just figured his mother was going through another one of her anal, clean-everything periods, but no. All the spic-n-span had been in anticipation of this night.

Qhui

He stared at the faces of the partygoers, recognizing each and every one of them. The whole of his bloodline was there, along with the leading families of the glymera, and all of the guests were dressed formally, the females in gowns, the males in tuxedoes with tails. There were young darting between the grown-ups like fireflies and the advanced aged sitting on the sidelines smiling.

He had stood there in the darkness and felt like part of the clutter in the house that had gotten shut away before company had come, another useless, ugly object to be stashed in a cupboard so no one saw. And not for the first time had he wanted to take his fingers and press them into his eye sockets and ruin what had ruined him.

Abruptly, the band had gone quiet, and his father had stepped up to the microphone at the head of the parquet dance floor. As all the guests assembled, Qhui

“If I may have your attention,” his father had said in the Old Language. “I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge the founding families who are here tonight.” Round of applause. “The other members of the Council.” Round of applause. “And the rest of you who form the core of the glymera, as well as fill out mine bloodline.” Round of applause. “These past ten years as leahdyre have been challenging, but we’ve made good progress, and I know that my successor will take the reins with a firm hand. With the king’s recent ascension, it is even more paramount that our concerns be marshaled and brought forward with appropriate care. Through the Council’s continuing work, we shall see our vision carried outward to the race… without regard to meritless dissention from those who do not understand the issues as fully as we do…”

There was resounding approval at this point, followed by a toast to Lash’s father. Then Qhui

Qhui

In that moment, the rejection of him as a son and a brother and a family member had been so complete that no words spoken to him or about him could have added to his cringing sadness.

Qhui

He hit send on the text, put the phone in the pocket of his shirt, and said, “Come in.”

It wasn’t his father who opened the door.

It was a doggen, the same butler who had told him he wasn’t to go to the glymera’s ball this year.

When the servant bowed, it wasn’t intended as a gesture of specific respect, and Qhui

“Guess I’m leaving,” Qhui

“With all due respect,” the doggen said, with his forehead still pointed to his feet, “your father has requested your departure from the premises.”

“Cool.” Qhui

As he slung the strap on his shoulder, he wondered how long his cell phone service would be paid for. He’d been waiting for it to get cut off for the past couple months- ever since his allowance had suddenly disappeared.

He had a feeling T-Mobile, like him, was SOL.

“Your father asked that I should give you this.” The doggen didn’t straighten as he extended his hand and held out a thick, business-sized envelope.

The urge to tell the servant to take the damn thing and airmail it up his father’s ass was close to irresistible.

Qhui

The doggen lifted himself up. “At the end of the drive, if you would.”

“Yeah. Sure. Fine.” Whatever. "You need blood from me, don’t you.”

“If you would be so kind.” The doggen held out a brass goblet, the belly of which was lined in black glass.

Qhui

They were going to burn the stuff when he was out of the house as part of a cleansing ritual.

They weren’t just jettisoning the defective; they were getting rid of the evil.

Qhui

They were all in on his evac. The proof was in the envelope.

Down on the first floor, he didn’t shut the grand front door loudly. No reason to make a show. They all knew he was leaving, which was why they were all so studiously busy instead of having tea in the family room.

He bet they convened as soon as the doggen told them he was out of the house. Bet they had some Earl Grey and sucked back a couple of scones. Bet they breathed a deep, deep sigh of relief, then lamented about how hard it was going to be to hold up their heads after what he’d done to Lash.

Qhui

The summer night was hot and humid, and lightning flashed off to the north.

The storms always came from the north, he thought, and this was true in both summer and winter. In the cold months, Nor’easters could bury you with so much snow you felt like a-