The Frog Prince (Timeless Fairy Tales Book 9) by K. M. Shea

Author:K. M. Shea [Shea, K. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2017-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

Late that night, Lucien remained awake with his brother and the Erlauf representative—Colonel Friedrich—in Severin’s study as they reviewed and ordered more protective security measures.

Lucien sat next to the tea tray Elle had delivered over an hour ago and glanced over the map of Chanceux Chateau Severin had spread out across the desk.

“We’ve placed more soldiers at these entrances and increased the patrols through the guest wing and the family wing.” Severin planted his hands on the edge of his desk and scowled down at the map.

Lucien studied his brother with mounting concern as he munched on a cookie. Maybe the mages weren’t as stupid as I thought. Severin’s forehead is going to be permanently wrinkled if he keeps this up, and this is just over two rogue mages attacking me. If they really did manage to off me, he might over-react. He cleared his throat. “I’m fine, Severin. As much as it pains me to say it, your decision to temporarily make me a frog was a wise one. The Summit has been undisturbed. Everything is fine.”

“We’ve doubled the guard, swept the grounds, and a number of mages attending the Summit have bolstered the protection spells. I don’t think we can make further arrangements tonight,” Colonel Friedrich added.

Severin shook his head. “This never should have happened in the first place. How do they keep slipping past our security?”

Lucien shrugged—or tried to. The movement of his shoulders was not very visible against his large girth. “They have magic. Unless you have a protective barrier like Verglas has, there’re a thousand ways they can worm through.”

“It’s a real shame we can’t borrow some Magic Knights of Sole. They really are the best option at guarding against rogue magic users.” The Erlauf colonel adjusted his eyepatch. “My wife has a pendant that protects her from some magic attacks, and it cost a pretty penny. The cost withstanding, perhaps we should see if Craftmage Stil could make more items like it?”

“What we need is help from the Veneno Conclave.” Severin sighed.

“Have you heard any news from them?” Colonel Friedrich asked.

Severin rubbed his forehead. “Just the usual excuses—they are stretched too thin and have too many mages out on assignments already.”

“Some of my Rangers reported that they seem to have a select group of mages they are sending out to deal with the few magical catastrophes they agree to solve,” Lucien swiped another cookie off the tea tray. “Those specific mages are getting run ragged as a result. Those who can afford independence—like Craftmage Stil—are more sympathetic and aware of our plight, as they travel and have seen the state of the continent with their own eyes. However, the vast majority of the magic users remain cloistered at their Academy. I suspect they are afraid of what is going on, or they wouldn’t be insistent on consolidating their forces.”

Severin stared at him. “When did you recruit an Intelligencer good enough to send to the Veneno Conclave?”

Lucien heaved his eyes to the ceiling—as much as he could, anyway.

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