Fate Not Chosen (Aberron Book 1) by Tara Lytle

Author:Tara Lytle [Lytle, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scribbled Reads
Published: 2021-05-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

S tepping onto the training field the following day, I caught Henry in a heated discussion with Dominic. Henry clutched a rumpled note.“If she thinks she can drag me to this dinner party, she’s wrong. I’m not going to sit there and watch her fawn over Andrew while encouraging me to be his replica. I swear she wishes he were her son over me.”

My curiosity piqued. I worked hard not to appear like I actively listened while we waited for Professor Trisgeld to arrive.

“That’s right, take a stand,” Dominic encouraged. “Show her you’re your own man. Sooner or later she’ll see Prince Andrew isn’t perfect.”

Henry snorted. “Right.” He stowed the paper in his pocket.

Professor Trisgeld called us to order, effectively ending their conversation. He made Henry become my designated partner. When Professor Trisgeld endeavored to pair me with someone else, they pretended to be sick and requested to see Malsin. Henry was the only one good enough to keep up with me anyway. He went into shunner mode and spoke only when it became necessary for practice.

As we worked, I couldn’t dislodge Henry and his unhappiness out of my mind. The shunner, as I often thought of him, had been the most civil out of the group of haters. And yet, he could still be just as mean as the rest of them. One moment he seemed interested in me as a person and the next he spouted insults. I knew I shouldn’t be bothered by what he did or what he thought, but he intrigued me; or rather, his blue eyes intrigued me. Like Andrew, but not. Henry strived for distinction.

When I got to the riding class, Nisha still appeared heated about yesterday. He complained that the gray gelding in the stall across from him got a better view and cleaner, fresher air. Next, he went on a tirade about the hostlers.

“They are slow and lazy.” Nisha snorted. “They did not clean out my water pail. I will not drink out of a murky bucket. No matter how thirsty I get.”

“I’m sorry, Nisha. I’ll clean it out for you when we get back,” I promised.

“Don’t bother,” Nisha said, hopping over a fence in the course lain out by the professor. “I am going to drop it on one of their heads.”

I chuckled. “That’ll teach them.”

Nisha then pointed out horses he did not like. The gray gelding ridden by Falden at the forefront. “They are pompous and light-headed.”

“They aren’t warhorses,” I told him as we trotted over the finish line.

After dinner Malsin had a list of different things to try when I got to the healing room.

I opened the magic and immediately it started switching colors.

“Try focusing on one color. Say, blue.” He paced around the room, finger tapping his chin.

I stared at my palm and thought vehemently. Stay blue!

The red flame switched to blue and stayed still.

I smiled. “Hey, it worked.”

“All right. Now think green,” Malsin directed.

I stared at the small blue flame and wished for it to turn green.

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