Chapter 47: Lady Eser, Part 2

At the end of the hallway, the servant threw open enormous double doors and bowed them into what proved to be a beautiful, if austere, music room. Every instrument he could name, and even a few he couldn't, filled the space.

In the center of the room was a harp, finer than even the one once played by Relia, the king's mistress. A woman sat playing it, her eyes closed as she focused. She was handsome, with flawless black-brown skin and dark hair threaded with silver, falling in short, tight curls around her head.

The playing abruptly stopped and the woman opened her eyes. Mahzan gasped. Her eyes glowed the palest white-gold—a seer. Somehow, he'd forgotten she was a seer. They were as rare as healers, but usually because they died young, driven to madness or suicide. Some considered seers another type of mind magic, others considered them a type all their own.