Although Racquol was King Drystan’s royal adviser, he had taken to help Aymeri as well. Why were magickal creatures thought to be dangerous when so many were harmless? She had a lot to learn about the magick that had once been banned, but one thing was for sure: all parties were misunderstood.īy the time they finished sparring, the sun started to set and Ser Racquol called upon them for dinner. “My kind are known for using nature and natural instincts. Before the pain became too intense, Lady Breya placed a hand over the shoulder that ached and the pain vanished.
Without an explanation, she knew it was her very own rune, just like Aymeri had between her shoulder blades. She could barely move her left arm as the pain surged through her as though someone used a sharp, hot object to carve her flesh. Drystan was at her side in mere seconds and coached her to breath while he assured her the pain would soon pass. She gritted her teeth and grunted while she placed her hand on her shoulder to calm the pain. Kumud’s left shoulder ached and burned as she fell to her knees in pain. But still there begged a question: “What do your people have to do with me, Prince Drystan? We owe you nothing.” Her gut gave her no warning, no inkling that he was up to no good. He was sitting squarely in his seat, his eyes making constant contact with hers. His answer seemed genuine and his tone posed no threat. “ The matter is such, Princess, that I must put my people before all else.”Īymeri tried to size him up. What asset could a narcissistic prince, of some unheard-of country, be? Aymeri rolled her eyes at the voice in her head, who clearly did not know what she was talking about. “ And yet, how sorry can you truly be if you have called for this appointment on the day when you knew my mother was to be laid to rest.” Easy Princess, he is an asset. “I am profusely sorry about the beloved Queen’s untimely death, Princess Aymeri.” Prince Drystan briefly bowed his head before looking directly at Aymeri. “Ser Parzival informed me that it was crucial we meet today, though I cannot fathom what you could possibly need me for that is more urgent than laying my dead mother to rest.” She could not fathom why it was so urgent for him to meet her today.Īfter dismissing Ser Parzival, she held out a hand toward the seat opposite her and waited for Prince Drystan to get comfortable before leaning forward. It wasn’t too long before Ser Parzival knocked on the door, then introduced her to Prince Drystan of Bréîn. Sighing, she straightened her clothes, adorned yet again in the colors of mourning, then found herself parchment and a fountain pen-the ink clearly fresh she’d have to thank Ser Parzival for that-and folded her hands as she had seen her parents do countless of times as they waited.
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