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“Hey, you’re not looking too well. Should I walk you back to your rooms?” he asked, taking my shoulders in his arms.
I shook my head, refocusing. “What’s happening with Filo?”
He smiled his charming grin at me with a little laugh. “You will be happy to know that Gaelin brought the contract to the king this morning. There’s going to be a gathering in a few minutes to confront Filo and the dark alfar.”
“And you weren’t going to tell me? I deserve to be there, to see this,” I snapped.
He took a step back, seeming surprised by my aggression. “We just figured you’d want to sleep while you heal.”
“Stop assuming what I want and just ask. For heaven’s sake, I know I am a worthless slave, but I’m still capable of thinking for myself.”
“Gen, where is all of this coming from? I don’t find you worthless and I am certain you can think for yourself. You made that very clear with the Filo situation.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my composure in check. Play the game, dammit. “Sorry, I’m just in pain and tired. Can we head to the meeting now?” I walked past him towards the main hall.
Levos followed behind me without uttering a single word. When we got to the door, crowds of alfar were waiting to be invited inside by the king. A few smirked at me as I entered. Erendrial and the rest of his company approached the door, walking with pride and power.
Erendrial looked at me, raising an eyebrow as if to ask why I was present. I smiled at him. holding my head high. He stopped and gave me a curious look of amusement before returning to his group.
“How’re your injuries by the way?” asked Levos.
“They hurt and I can’t bear to look at my hand, but I will be fine. Thanks for asking,” I said flatly.
He exhaled in frustration. “What did you want to tell me by the way?” he asked.
“What?”
“The day the dark alfar got here. You came into the castle out of breath and excited. You said I wouldn’t believe what had just happened to you. What happened?” I thought back to the dragon-like beast.
“I ran into a dragon, or at least a smaller version of one, in a lavender field.”
“A ragamor you mean. The dark alfar travel on their backs. They are unable to mist into the court thanks to our runes, so they must have ridden their ragamor beasts to get here.”
“So, it’s not a dragon?”
“A smaller version of one, I suppose. It can’t breathe fire, but they are extremely strong and deadly. No one has seen an actual dragon for years. The ragamor were created by the same dark magic that runs through the veins of the dark alfar. That’s why they can control them.”
“And what is misting and runes?
“Misting is another little gift from their disgusting god. They can dematerialize their physical form, turning into a black mist and traveling to a destination of their choosing. The runes are magic symbols that we put on the entrances of our kingdom so they can’t mist in unannounced whenever they feel like it.”
“Good to know,” I said, realizing the massive bear I was poking.
“The ragamor are beautiful creatures, though deadly. You should feel lucky that you only saw it flying by. If you had a closer encounter, you might not be standing here.”
I swallowed hard, remembering the feeling of the armored scales that I traced my fingers across. The way the creature nuzzled me as if I was its owner. Don’t say another word, Gen.
“Yes, lucky,” I responded.
The large doors of the meeting hall opened, revealing the king and Gaelin inside of the room. The alfar began to funnel inside, taking their seats around a large rectangular table.
“I have a little present for you,” Levos said, leaning into my ear.
“You know how much I love presents,” I replied, sarcastically.
“I had Gaelin place my chair directly across the table from Erendrial. You will be standing behind me so you will have a front-row seat to his devastation.”
I genuinely smiled at him, excited for the takedown to begin. “My favorite gift yet.”