Lost Heir (Blood Weaver Trilogy Book 2) by Karina Espinosa

Author:Karina Espinosa [Espinosa, Karina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K.E. Media Enterprises, LLC
Published: 2024-06-14T00:00:00+00:00

13

After the commotion from the banquet finally settled, the night ended fairly early. But due to my father’s request, they celebrated my return for three full nights with enough food and drink to feed a whole nation. I made my nightly appearance, but never stayed long. The feigned smiles and the endless cycle of introductions to faces and names I would soon forget became increasingly wearisome. By the time the festivities drew to a close, I was relieved, tinged with a fatigue born not from physical exertion but from the emotional labor of constant pretense.

By the fourth night, many started to return to their lands while some stayed to explore Valoria and all it had to offer. I was surprised when my father allowed Ronan to stay, even after his father and Silas announced they were returning to the Grasslands. It seemed my father was very appreciative for what Ronan did the first night of the celebration, when he saved his only daughter’s life.

“I leave him in your care,” Silas said as he handed Henry off to us. “He’s been such a good little spymaster; I hope he can stop for a bit and enjoy his time in Valoria.” Silas ruffled Henry’s hair as he smiled at the boy. It seemed they had grown close over the last few weeks.

“We’ll take good care of him,” Ronan reassured Silas. “Thank you for all you’ve done.”

Silas turned to me with a voice tinged in regret. “Your Highness, I wish we’d had more time to get to know one another. But I trust you will watch over my brother while he’s on your lands.”

His words elicited a sincere promise from me. “Of course,” I said. “I won’t let anything happen to him.”

Ronan rolled his eyes and patted Silas on the shoulder. “Go on now, before my father leaves you behind.”

We watched Silas mount his horse and ride through the palace gates, a lone figure that gradually disappeared into the distance. The sight, though simple, marked the close of one chapter and the tentative beginning of another, leaving us to navigate the complexities of the days to come in the quiet aftermath of celebration.

After Silas vanished, I lowered to one knee, aiming to meet Henry at his level and create a space where he might feel more at ease to express his wishes. “Alright, Henry, what's on your mind? Hungry for something special? Whatever you desire, consider it yours,” I offered, my smile aimed to coax him into sharing his thoughts without reservation.

The boy's hesitation was palpable. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he wrestled with his request. “Well …” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ronan, ever the encourager, chimed in with a playful tone. “Ah, come on, Henry! You weren't this shy back in the Crimson Clan camp. You boldly requested a feast back then!” he reminded him, tousling the boy's hair affectionately.

Henry's response came with a roll of his eyes, a gesture that carried a weight of consideration.

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