obscuring all but the outline of his figure. As they neared, another — this one winged — stood next to the first, clutching rolled papers in his hands.
'All this time. All of this effort spent on… Doesn't he have someone else who can do this?' He pushed away the papers that had been held toward him in an uncoordinated gesture. 'No, I don't have time to listen to it. It's meaningless anyway. You see what we have become. Slaves, servants in a realm that supposedly know nothing of slavery,' he griped.
'But my Lord Braeden, it is the proposal of the Archorigen, and his wish for you to consider it.'
'I was fighting battles before the boy was drawing breath. Archorigen or not, if it's that important to him then he can speak with me himself.'
Mere steps were all that remained between them. Light streaming in from the octagonal opening attached to the lower spires of the keep illuminated tan skin, and weathered, war-worn features. He continued to mumble, oblivious of their arrival.
Ariana didn't notice Jenner's retreat as her hand gripped the dagger that she had pulled from her sleeve. She drew back and hurled it at the post, pinning the man's sleeve.
He wrapped his hand around the dagger to yank it free, when he slowly uncurled his fingers, exposing the gilded handle.
'You should recognize it,' she spat. 'Or has it been so long ago that you left us that your memory is dull?' She blinked back tears that were clouding her eyes, angry when she failed to keep them from rolling down her cheeks. The confusion, pain, and loss she could handle in due time — even the outrageous claims of familial ties, but this was too much.
Without turning around, he lowered his head to where his sleeve was pinned, and rested his head upon the post. 'Ariana,' he whispered.
'You might have been better off pretending that you haven't any knowledge of me, of any of us,' she choked, 'Where is my father?'
He removed the dagger and turned to face her. 'I thought you were…' his voice faltered and faded against the sound of its echo.
'What, Duncan, dead?' she laughed bitterly. 'I was told as much concerning your whereabouts, as well as father's. That lie is abundantly clear.'
He started forward, a shamed expression on his face. 'Ari, please forgive me.'
'I'm not even certain what to forgive you for!' she said angrily.
She looked back at Jenner. 'You led me here on purpose,' she accused. 'Do not act as though I am incompetent or too faint for truth.'
Whirling back around, she glared at Duncan. 'You knew better. Of all who have known me, you couldn't have forgotten what little patience I have for lies. Is what Michael speaks about me true?'
Duncan hesitated and she winced. Her exaggerated movements and the strain on her throwing arm had irritated her side. Biting back the pain, she snapped, 'Answer me!'
'Yes,' Duncan said gravely. 'You are and will always be a full-blood Adorian.'
The air seemed devoid of oxygen, her chest struggling to hold its own against her shock. The sharp, undeniable pain felt far too much like betrayal to be anything else.
He continued, 'Ari, you have to understand that we were sworn to keep your existence from the Ereubinians. Your father had good reason for his actions. I never questioned that.'
She shook her head. 'My father can speak for himself. Where is he?'
His eyes glossed over. 'I'm sorry, truly. I thought — I assumed you knew.'
Had she been able, she would have left them then, gathered what little she still possessed, and taken Koen as far from this place as she could go. Though she wanted — willed them even — her feet would not move.
'How would I have known?' she asked softly.
What a foolish, foolish girl I've been. I should have listened to them. How many days, years were lost imagining that my father lived, believing that those who had told me otherwise were wrong.
Jenner rested one hand on her shoulder, turning her face toward his with the other. 'I should have expected your father's spirit in you. Michael and I both thought a familiar presence would comfort you, not wound you. It seems perhaps we have not fully considered your feelings.'
She turned cold eyes toward the man who had been like a father to her. 'There was a time it would have.'
CHAPTER EIGHT
Completely circular, with a dark stone floor, the room held ninety of Garren's officers awaiting his arrival. Without any natural light, it was pitch-black save the faint glow of the sconces that lined the outer walls.
As soon as Garren entered, the Ereubinians knelt down before him, the sound of their swords brushing the floor mingled with the soft scuffling of his guards' boots falling into alignment at the threshold.
'You may rise,' Garren said. 'The Laionai have commanded that a new regime shall be brought forth against Adoria. An army strengthened by the hands of men. You shall depart to each of the provinces of Middengard and gather the strongest among the vessels. Train them in our methods — equip them with our weapons. You have been given less than one year's time to complete this preparation.'
'My liege, has it been decided which of the provinces we are each to attend to?' Jules asked. He was one of a handful of seasoned officers, well set in his ways. His overzealousness to please often annoyed Garren, but today it seemed slightly more palatable.
'I have drawn up scrolls for each of you, sending you to a province according to your ability. Each of the regions has its own natural strengths and I have decided accordingly.'
'And what of you my Lord? Will you be in charge of a region as well?' Aiden asked. Garren could barely see him from the back of the assembly, his face shaded by darkness.
Surely he won't question my authority here, now.
'As High Lord, I fail to see where my dealings are of any concern to you.' He gritted his teeth, his blood boiling just below the surface at the boldness of the question and the mere suggestion that he needed to answer it. He desperately wanted Aiden to shut his mouth, but this streak in him made Garren wonder where his friend's loyalties were. There was one sure way to find out.
'As for your assignment, it is to be in the southernmost region. I expect all of you to ride out at dawn.'
Aiden stepped out of the shadows. 'The southern region is almost desolate. Only Ruiari remains intact, I would be of better use elsewhere.'
A chill fell across Garren's features. 'You seem to have lost your wits today, Aiden. Go back to bed and pray to the Goddess you awake with better sense.'
Aiden seemed to consider this, but his body grew rigid and he took an aggressive step forward, his hand balled into a fist, evidence that he'd decided against his better judgment.
Garren closed his eyes, willing Aiden to fall back before it was too late. 'Rese fixous necromai.' He lifted his hand, gesturing toward Aiden, pausing just long enough to give him one last chance to back away.
'Eritrev chorak.'
The final word of the reprimand crossed, as a whisper, over Garren's lips. He opened his eyes and though his expression displayed nothing but righteous anger, his heart ached for what he had done.
The others froze as they watched Aiden fall to the ground, his body twisting unnaturally, sending his arms and legs into strange contortions. Mangled words came indecipherably from his lips as he writhed in pain.
Garren stood over Aiden in silence for a moment before speaking to him. 'It's your speech that leads you into such dissonance, so you shall be without it.'
All were silent as they watched Aiden continue to seize, unable to open his eyes or speak. Blood began to drip from the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin to form into a puddle on the dusty floor. Aiden reached up and clasped a hand around his throat, coughing and gagging. A sickening cry erupted as he tried to speak and found
