Reborn Throne (Shattered Kingdom Book 7) by Angelina J. Steffort

Author:Angelina J. Steffort [Steffort, Angelina J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MK
Published: 2022-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

Draping his woolen cloak over his shoulders, Brax Brenheran left his palace behind without looking back. It didn’t matter if he’d try to protect it from the inside when the danger was everywhere and irrevocably connected to the Dragon King’s control over his people.

So he’d bid his staff goodbye with the instructions of taking good care of the facilities so, when they returned, they could celebrate a victory. Not that he believed in a victory after everything he’d seen, but it was all he could do when he left them to themselves with a small set of guards to protect them from the more worldly threats lurking behind the walls—burglars, plunderers, anyone who’d always hoped to get a late-night tour of the Brenheran quarters and was ready to use violence to get it.

Crisp winter air made him pull up his hood as he marched toward the stables, not looking left or right for fear of spotting a pair of frightened eyes and no longer being able to leave.

Where he needed to go was outside the walls, and there he’d make it before the sun was up to lead his own army for once.

He ducked under the roof of the walkway to the stables, slid into the stalls, and saddled his horse.

In the morning, the stable hands would find a note of gratitude for their service and an order to take good care of all horses until he returned. A goodbye that wasn’t necessary for a lord, but in case he didn’t return, he wanted his people to remember him as a kind person, not the quiet grump he might have become after all those losses he’d suffered.

With a few efficient movements, he fastened the straps on the saddle and led his gelding out of the stall. The animal pranced as if he knew something big was awaiting them, something more than the occasional ride across the grounds. Muttering calming words, Brax heaved himself into the saddle.

He crossed the gate with a salute to the guards, smiling at their surprised faces at the gesture, and reached the center of what had been the camp in another few minutes. Where rows of tents had been standing a day ago, now, groups of soldiers were saluting as he rode past.

At the sound of Brax’s approach, Kouyen popped his head out of Leonidas’s tent.

“I thought you would change your mind,” the commander said with a smile on his face.

“Honestly, I thought so, too.” Brax slid off his horse, tying the reins to the post in front of the prince’s tent.

He’d visited Leonidas’s room a couple of times since the attack on the palace to enjoy a few moments of his presence, to hear him speak about the literary treasures of the great library of Ilaton. To watch his beautiful face as he gazed into the distance of memories and dreams. To hold his hand and feel their fingers twine.

If he could save nothing else in Neredyn, that was what he was going to save. Those moments.

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