Eddis, Attolia, Sounis

Much time seemed to pass before he left Attolia and moved into the palace in Sounis's capital, but when he arrived he was greeted by an unpleasant surprise. “I’m sorry,” said the master of ceremonies, “but it’s traditional.” Sophos tried not to think about how the pink porcelain of the gold-rimmed teacup was exactly the color he was most likely blushing as the royal portrait maker painted him on a large canvas that would soon hang in a gilt frame in the hall of all the portraits of the former Kings of Sounis holding the delicate cup that he now clutched in his hand. “I should hire Gen to steal it,” he thought. It had daisies and *kittens* on it.