Diaries Of Lokis Chambermaid Ch27 Politics + Stars

Just a note before I go out for the day. It did not get left in a bad way last night. Loki came to see me and we talked a bit. He nearly caught me writing, actually, so I will have to make sure I hide you really well. He knocked on my door about an hour after I had left him to his mood and after I had quickly shoved you under my pillow, dear diary, I called to tell him he could come in. He has never been in my room before, or at least not since it became my sleeping chamber and he gave it a good look round as he came in. It is quite small, especially for a room in the Palace. There is only my bed, a small wardrobe and my bedside table, which has a candlestick and whatever I am reading on it. He looked uncomfortable, so I patted my eiderdown blanket and said to sit down.

He perched right on the end of my bed and then he apologised for scaring me earlier on. Then he apologised for the unpleasant mood he had displayed throughout the evening, including our supper. So I apologised back for causing it, but he stopped me. He said I had asked valid questions and that he had to remind himself of my youth and naivety and that I deserved answers.

The elite corps? He has been purposefully recruiting from the companies he served with before his life fell apart and he admitted that he has been influencing their thought processes and political leanings heavily with his magic.

His red eyes? The answer to my question: He does not know. Given that the poison was meant for Jotúuns, he now doubts his ability to remain completely disguised.

He hates to do it, I know, because it is no longer in his nature, but he thanked me for caring enough to ask the questions in the first place. He said he knew it must have taken courage on my part, especially with our history. Then he left.

Well, diary, I am now going out for my day off duty. I shall write later!

Gods, I am so tired! I have had an eventful day; I met more of Alexander’s friends and more of his huge family. We met up in a large tavern in the market quarter and we had lunch around some tables which had been pushed together for us. They seem to be a generally friendly bunch and we had a fun time. I recognised a few of them from around the Palace, which worried me at first, because my position there has not gone down very well with a lot of the servants. There is nothing I can do about that, of course, other than be nice to people and hope they will be nice back.

Someone jokingly asked if Alexander was going to apply to be one of the Einherjar, but he did not find it funny. He said the only reason the new corps is being set up is because Odin knows war will soon be upon us. I just messed with my drink, because he also said he would apply if the King was one worthy enough! There were quite a few voices around the table that seemed to agree and I felt uncomfortable – these were treasonous remarks! Fortunately, someone brought out a pack of cards and suggested some games were in order. That was good fun and I even managed to win a couple of times.

Alexander walked me back to the Palace afterwards and we played a game of naming the stars as we walked along, holding hands. Whoever got the name right was allowed to steal a kiss from the other! It was quite amusing, until he pointed out the small group of particularly white stars that Loki had been looking up at the night I found him weeping on the balcony. I didn’t actually know what it was until Alexander told me and I feel so foolish now that I do. It is Frigga’s constellation. I feel so bad. I had been rambling on to Loki about my mother and shared her cakes with him, had I not? I must have seemed really insensitive. I feel quite guilty about it.

Should I apologise? Or would it make things worse? Also, Should I do anything about the tone of the conversation around the lunch table?

Do I dare pursue this line of openness and honesty with Loki?...........