Jayd has been a judge since the moment she entered the imperium. After her training, she was assigned to travel from world to world, hearing capital cases and watching over the sentences from fines to executions. Her companions include a sentient ship named Harry and whatever executioner is assigned to her. The executioners never last long.
Truanic is her newest executioner and not only is he the man for the job, he is also the man for her. She just has to make the first move.
A block of nothing was approaching her. She recognised the sensation immediately; there was an executioner getting closer and he was trying very hard not to startle her.
Sighing at her cessation of privacy, she slipped off the sculpture and stood in the stone tangle. “I assume you are looking for me?”
He was a Nyal mix of some variety; the red eyes gave him away. His skin was tanned with a dark purple sheen to it. His surprise at her appearance was the window she needed, and she immediately rifled through his mind and memories without him feeling a thing.
Truanic Heff li Norquip. It was quite the name, but it rather suited the strong set of his shoulders tapering to a narrow vee at his waist.
“Madam, I have been sent to retrieve you. There are warrants requiring your signature.”
She nodded, and he offered her his arm. It was not protocol, but she took it anyway, surprising him.
He muttered to her as they walked through the crowds. “You were not what I was expecting, madam.”
“Funny, you were the general idea of what I was expecting. I guess some of us are just better at this than others.”
He stiffened slightly as they moved around a fountain. “You know what I am?”
“Of course. You should have been briefed on what I am, so it should come as no surprise. Are you going to be my second while I travel? I tend to burn through your kind rather frequently.” She felt it only fair to add the warning.
“I am aware of your history with those in my position. I was warned extensively about your ruthless pursuit of duty. Oddly enough, I signed up any way.”
She laughed. “You seemed surprised by my appearance.”
“I have never seen one of your position on top of a sculpture before, let alone climbing around on it like a minsk.”
The comparison to a small fluffy tree spider was a little creepy but flattering. Minsk were adorable.
