ar to victory.”
“How do you know this?” the Eeror asked, stepping forward and causing his guards and scribes to scurry after hi Moving farther into the throne roo the Eeror seed to grow larger. And despite his own chancellor’s obvious anger, the Eeror reined cal
“I only know what I saw with own eyes,” the guard answered. “The witch is powerful.”
For a long nt, the Eeror stood still, his face betraying nothing. But watching hi the Chancellor knew the n’s nd was busy. There was no denying it. The Rourans were back, with a new leader. A leader who, like his father, wanted nothing re than to destroy the Eire. And this ti, the Rouran had the help of a powerful witch. The Chancellor didn’t need a priestess to tell hinbsp; what these signs ant. They ant chaos. They ant war. They ant an end to the peace the Eeror had worked so hard to achieve.
As if hearing his chancellor—and friend’s—thoughts, the Eeror lifted his eyes. He looked toward the distant window and the Eire on display beyond. “We are not afraid of dark gic,” he said. “We will destroy this Rouran ar—and their witch.” As he went on, the Eeror’s voice grew louder, stronger. “Here is decree: We will raise a ghty ar. Every faly will supply one n. We will protect our beloved people and crush these rderers.”
His decree plete, the scribes around hinbsp; frantically wrote down his words. It would be their job to deliver his decree to the people of the Eire. And as it was decided, no faly would be allowed to object. The Eeror would have his ar.
Watching the court bustle into frantic tion at the Eeror’s decree, the young guard who had narrowly escaped the Rourans ved toward the exit. With a nod to the Chancellor, who was in the ddle of speaking to several scribes at once and barely acknowledged hi the guard de his way through the long throne roonbsp; and out into the hall.
As he ved along, his shoulders straightened. His head, which he had kept bowed the entire ti he had been in the presence of the Eeror, rose. Stride by stride, his gait began to change. By the ti he reached the palace exit and had de his way onto the busy streets, he was walking swiftly, with no sign of the injuries inflicted by the Rourans.
People of all nationalities passed by hi so nodding at his unifor a few young won even sling slightly. But he paid thenbsp; no heed. As he turned down an alley, his pace eased. Reaching up a hand, he reved a pin that had been hidden behind his ear and let it drop to the ground. As he walk
“How do you know this?” the Eeror asked, stepping forward and causing his guards and scribes to scurry after hi Moving farther into the throne roo the Eeror seed to grow larger. And despite his own chancellor’s obvious anger, the Eeror reined cal
“I only know what I saw with own eyes,” the guard answered. “The witch is powerful.”
For a long nt, the Eeror stood still, his face betraying nothing. But watching hi the Chancellor knew the n’s nd was busy. There was no denying it. The Rourans were back, with a new leader. A leader who, like his father, wanted nothing re than to destroy the Eire. And this ti, the Rouran had the help of a powerful witch. The Chancellor didn’t need a priestess to tell hinbsp; what these signs ant. They ant chaos. They ant war. They ant an end to the peace the Eeror had worked so hard to achieve.
As if hearing his chancellor—and friend’s—thoughts, the Eeror lifted his eyes. He looked toward the distant window and the Eire on display beyond. “We are not afraid of dark gic,” he said. “We will destroy this Rouran ar—and their witch.” As he went on, the Eeror’s voice grew louder, stronger. “Here is decree: We will raise a ghty ar. Every faly will supply one n. We will protect our beloved people and crush these rderers.”
His decree plete, the scribes around hinbsp; frantically wrote down his words. It would be their job to deliver his decree to the people of the Eire. And as it was decided, no faly would be allowed to object. The Eeror would have his ar.
Watching the court bustle into frantic tion at the Eeror’s decree, the young guard who had narrowly escaped the Rourans ved toward the exit. With a nod to the Chancellor, who was in the ddle of speaking to several scribes at once and barely acknowledged hi the guard de his way through the long throne roonbsp; and out into the hall.
As he ved along, his shoulders straightened. His head, which he had kept bowed the entire ti he had been in the presence of the Eeror, rose. Stride by stride, his gait began to change. By the ti he reached the palace exit and had de his way onto the busy streets, he was walking swiftly, with no sign of the injuries inflicted by the Rourans.
People of all nationalities passed by hi so nodding at his unifor a few young won even sling slightly. But he paid thenbsp; no heed. As he turned down an alley, his pace eased. Reaching up a hand, he reved a pin that had been hidden behind his ear and let it drop to the ground. As he walk