The Ryn (Eyes of E'veria) by Chase Serena

Author:Chase, Serena [Chase, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy
Publisher: Candent Gate
Published: 2013-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

My nerves had not settled in the least before Julien reappeared and led me through the door. As nervous as I was, it didn’t occur to me that I should block my mind. As soon as I crossed the threshold a rush of images assaulted me.

A woman, looking much like me—smiling.

A huge portrait of that same woman, hanging on a stone wall.

The King.

Lady Gladiel gasped. Her hand went to her throat.

“Sky-jeweled eyes,” Erielle whispered as her face split into a grin, “and head ablaze . . .”

The force of their reaction caused me to take a step backward.

“Forgive us, Your Highness,” Lady Gladiel curtsied. “I did not doubt my son’s word when he told me who you were, but even if I had, what I see before me now puts all to right. Queen Daithia was a dear friend and—” Her hand moved to her mouth as a tiny sob escaped. “Forgive me. It’s such a shock.”

I bit my lip and looked to Julien.

“Mother, Erielle,” Julien lightly squeezed my elbow. His voice was soft so that it wouldn’t carry beyond the room, but jubilant and strangely reverent at the same time. “May I present Her Royal Highness, Princess Rynnaia E’veri, our long-hidden heir to the E’verian throne.”

“Ryn Naia!” Erielle whispered, pronouncing my name just as Lady Anya had. “Well it’s about time, Your Highness!” She laughed. “And might I say that it’s grand to finally meet you!”

“Erielle!” Lady Gladiel gasped. “That was impertinent. Remember to whom you are speaking!”

“But we’ve been waiting two hundred years for her! Lady Anya—”

“A little respect, Erielle. Please.” Lady Gladiel shushed her daughter. “Princess Rynnaia is the Ryn, for goodness sake.”

“The what?” All eyes turned to me. I turned mine to Julien. “You’ve said it. Aunt Alaine’s said it, the voi—” I was about to say, the voice in my head said it, but thought better of it. “But . . . what is it, really? What does it mean?”

Julien opened his mouth and closed it. He took a breath. “The Ryn,” he explained slowly, “is the title given to the firstborn child of the ruling family. When the child is named, the word is added to another word of ancient significance and given as a name to the heir to the E’verian throne.”

“Naia means ‘lady.’” Erielle supplied.

The Ryn Lady E’veria will Cobeld’s curse exile.

“The title is incorporated into the given name of each heir to the throne,” Julien continued. “Your father is King Jarryn. His father was King Rynitel. You are Rynnaia and will someday be Queen.” He smiled. “You are the Ryn.”

“Not just the Ryn!” Erielle let out a little squeak. “The Ryn Naia! The Ryn of the prophecy!” She winced and looked toward her mother. “Sorry.” She bit her lip. “Forgive me, Your Highness. Sometimes I get excited and my manners cease to exist.”

I couldn’t help but like Julien’s exuberant sister, but her words gave me pause. “What prophecy? Do you mean the poem?”

But as soon as I asked the question I knew the answer.

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