Today’s wordage: 4,000
Today’s writing time: 2 hours, 15 minutes
Total wordage: 10,400
Total writing time: 7 hours, 15 minutes
“Few things exercise my poor humors more than dealing with fools,” the Kô went on. “Perhaps you would care to hazard a guess as to what it is which disturbs my qi today?”
Wang would rather chop off his fingers than guess what had irked this man so. Still, such a question must be answered. “It is beyond my poor imagining, lord.”
“Pity.” The Kô turned a porcelain cup within the circle of his fingers. It was sufficiently delicate to glow in the pale light filtering down from shrouded windows high above. Blue brushstrokes peeked around the edges of his grip, each with the fragility of a dying bird. The cup had the look of centuries about it. “As this concerns your actions of late, I thought you might care to enlighten me, your lord and master, as to why the Dragon Throne has taken an interest in you.” Into the heart-freezing pause which followd, the Kô added, “By name.”
“My lord,” Wang muttered through a tongue thick with portents of disaster.