Sixty-four:
Imperator Zale
Taso was an older gentleman with grey hair. When he opened the door, his face was filmed with alarm. “Calista?” Taso said. “What are you doing here?”
“Hello, Taso,” she said, “I’m sorry to intrude on your home. But I need your help. Well, my son and I need your help.”
She gestured to me, and I stepped forward, holding out my hand for him to shake. “Hello sir. I’m Imperator Zale.”
The older man glared at me. “I know exactly who you are. And I’m not helping you. Or anyone from the royal family.”
“Taso, I know you’re upset because of what happened with your brother, but I thought we were friends,” said Mother.
“We were never friends, Calista,” he said, “my brother wa
