The Iron Crown (Dragon Spirits Book 1) by L.L. MacRae

Author:L.L. MacRae [MacRae, L.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

17

The Exile

calidra

Calidra woke early the next morning, just before the sun rose. She turned her face away from the window and reached for Jisyel. Instead of the empty sheets she’d dealt with the past few days, Jisyel was there this time. Warm and soft and real.

‘Too early,’ Jisyel muttered, when Calidra gently shook her awake.

Calidra grinned. She hadn’t realised how much she’d missed Jisyel’s morning complaints. ‘Come on. You’re the one who wanted me to wake you early. You wanted to see Fenn and Selys before they left? Or have you changed your mind?’

Jisyel lifted her head off the pillow, suddenly more awake than she’d been five seconds before. ‘I do want to!’

Calidra shook her head. ‘I’m happy to go north with them. Malora…I can’t believe she’s alive.’

Jisyel yawned. ‘Come on, Cal. How bad can it be here?’

‘Extremely.’

It was a complicated issue. Calidra knew Furyn had a point, and many of her arguments were valid. With the Laird gone, her mother would need help running the canton and keeping their borders safe—from other Lairds and now the Myr, not to mention holding off Inquisitor visits ensuring they were paying correct homage to the Iron Crown. The canton depended on its Laird, which meant they were depending on her, too. Now she was back, it did seem silly to leave again so soon.

But she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to stay. Not after how her mother had behaved.

She’d only just got Jisyel back. She didn’t want to start immediately dismissing her advice.

Calidra had just wanted to grab Jisyel and run, get away from the Myr. But Fenn had been too exhausted. Poor lad hadn’t stopped trembling until late that evening.

The Myr.

Anyone in Porsenthia—or most of Braglia—would deny the possibility of the creatures.

But Furyn hated Porsenthians, including Queen Surayo. And she was more likely to listen to her Olmese kinsman than the Iron Crown’s flat refusal to accept the Myr’s resurgence. At least her mother had taken Amsel’s warning seriously, and posted extra watches on the outskirts of Fellwood. There was no chance the town would be caught in a surprise attack.

Calidra could get used to sleeping in a decent bed again. But just in case things went south with Furyn and Jisyel, Calidra had packed a bag ready for a quick escape. Better to be safe than sorry.

‘I think you’re making this issue worse than it is.’ Jisyel sat up, pushing the sheets off herself.

‘My mother didn’t bother with Fenn, and he passed out in the middle of her garden! She won’t care for you, either. She hates Porsethians.’

‘I don’t mind.’

Calidra rolled her eyes. ‘You’re too stubborn for your own good.’

Jisyel giggled.

Calidra rubbed her nose against Jisyel’s. ‘Come on. Let’s get you something to eat before we see Fenn and Selys off.’

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