ent

led tones. The pillars holding up the high arches of the ceilings were carved in the image of grand Kings and heroes of legend, and the floor was an intricate pattern of tiles desi

ncess Auralyn and the other, his Liegeman Mage, Cerilius. The table before him held an array of food served on gold an

with precious stones on his chest, and his fingers wearing the rings of his rank – but he preferred his armour, he though

o cry out and flush. The jester grinned and made a lewd gesture with his tongue as she hastily stepped away with her jug of wine,

d wearily, lifting her golden gobl

Cerilius replied. “And the Silver Dragon, apparen

fted a lip to reveal his pointed canine and pre

y father’s wine jug, and he’d probably sal

towards murdering the entertainer.

look out of the corner of hi

e. “You sent Diersen off yesterday morning,” Cerilius raised an eyebrow in enquiry as he change

ned to look at Sylvin with a ba

xplained helpfully. “Where our mighty Silver Dragon keeps

her to court, or at least relocate her to a keep nearer to the High Court, so that she might keep company with her peers. Y

” Sylvin

s trailed off and took a mouthful of wine to

is the Lord Sevet

s as she fought to recall. “Eccentric, but handsome, if I remember rightly

her had his need clawing across his heart and aching deep within. He grimaced and shifted unco

he mistake that might cost

another mouthful of wine, seeking to douse wi

n was concerned. “I don’t think I

suddenly, and shove

s wine glass as the silver-haired man strode down th

muscle twitching in the corner of his jaw. He opened the door into the luxurious apartment of interconnected rooms which King Macedius had

epped around them and went to the internal door connecting the chamber to the next, wher

use by Sylvin’s Lady, but he could not bring Yelena to the

and breathe

d it was exactly that which had caught his eye when he’d seen her in the slave cages just over a year before. Human, she did not have Yelena’s beauty

the task of polishing Greshyn’s boots whilst his trusted knight tended to his weapon

n that proceeded him, he thought, and the young ones feared Macedius’ Knight of the Silver Dragon even th

Lord Sylvin,” he said. “We d

squire and pages, ignoring the rest o

for answers during their time together

laves in two days,

et, her hand going to her stomac

akness, but also the hope for his people, and for his marriage. “Two days,” he repeated, and

e Fae High Court, with only his p