Microfiction: Reginold

The corner of the room was getting too packed for Regi’s tastes.  He was watching the door, waiting for Selica.  The room was unusually warm and the coffee more bitter than even those of the shops in Liran’s old town.  He nearly jumped from his seat as a cup fell nearby.  His nerves were tense, as they should be, not everyone survived planning a coup d’etat.

Selica was the key to the royal palace.  His smooth talking would have to be at its finest on this “date”.  If he could convince her to let him in, that would be all his plans needed.

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