Monarch (The War of Princes, Book 3) by A. R. Ivanovich

Author:A. R. Ivanovich [Ivanovich, A. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

The ample round room became significantly smaller. Prince Varion towered above us all, the crest of his helm nearly brushing the ceiling. Each of his gauntlets were as wide as two of my legs and his fists were larger than my head. What had Varion done to himself in seven hundred years that would result in this?

One Prince was a shadow, the other a giant. It was no wonder neither of them had conquered the other.

“I arrived as soon as I could, General,” the Prince said in a voice that was as thick and full as the ocean. “I was not followed.”

“Good.” Deasun breathed out. “You have my eternal gratitude for your prompt response.”

The Prince nodded once and approached us with broad steps. He moved as normally as any person. His shoulders rolled back as he straightened his posture, his gauntlet-covered fingers twitched, and his head tipped to the side as he looked us over. Rune pushed us back, establishing a safe distance between us and the towering Prince.

“Come closer,” the Prince commanded. “Those from Haven, approach.”

I ran a hand up Rune’s shoulder and stepped around him. “We are from Haven. Sir, please hear our request. We’ve come from Breakwater in the West. If the city doesn’t receive your protection, Raserion will destroy it. Please, will you help us?”

I glanced over at Kyle and found him breathing at a rabbit’s pace. I’d vowed to protect him from harm, and yet here we were, face to face with a living legend of destruction. His wide eyes rose slowly up to meet Prince Varion’s shadowed gaze.

The Prince stared a long while at Kyle, and then turned to look over his shoulder at General Deasun. “You were correct.”

Deasun came to the Prince’s side. “I stand before you to humbly request your help—your service.”

I blinked. Was he talking to us? “Is this about Breakwater?” I asked.

Deasun didn’t respond. He looked at us so intently that I feared we had done something wrong. “Prince Varion was killed twelve years ago.”

The power and simplicity of his statement slammed into my chest, rocking me back. “What?”

“Impossible,” Rune said.

“Yes, Dragoon. It is impossible,” Deasun said. “Varion is an immortal. My very life is linked to his. If he ceased to exist, I could not be standing here speaking with you. Unfortunately, there is no other way to describe what happened to him. Varion was killed, but he is not dead.”

I thought of King Argent, seated upon a throne of marble wings, gray and Empty. Killed, but not dead. If King Argent possessed the Abilities of life and creation, and Varion had drained him, taking his father’s Abilities for himself, he alone would have the power to resurrect the still-breathing husks of the drained. If Varion used his father’s stolen power to revive the Empty, then who could possibly resurrect him if he were the one killed?

Kyle was fixated on notions that were far simpler than mine. “B-but,” he stammered, pointing at the giant who stood before us, “you’re the Prince.

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