“Now that you’re one of my Elite Guards, there’s no need for formalities. You can call me Corvan, just like you used to.”
At last, Tarron’s serious mask slips. A grin breaks through, gleaming white against his russet beard. “It’s gonna take a while to get used to all the changes around here, but I can’t say I’m complaining.”
56
FINLEY
At last, it’s time to leave for the Duchy of Talavarra.
Corvan has handled everything. Somehow, he’s convinced the Elite Guard swear fealty to him, and he’s summoned an embalmer to attend to the emperor’s body. I don’t know if he’ll make good on his threat of sticking his father’s head on a pike above the castle walls, but I’m not going to try and convince him otherwise.
Valdon Duthriss was a bastard through and through.
All that’s left is for us to find my mother—and Corvan’s half-brother, who we suspect might be responsible for the undead army that attacked Tyron Castle.
Corvan’s back now. I hear his footsteps ringing on the marble floors. Instinctively, I know it’s him. His strides are swift and inhumanly perfect. He’s probably doing it on purpose so as not to sneak up on me. When he wants to, he can be terrifyingly stealthy.
I put down the book that I’ve been thumbing through—an old, leather-bound tome that smells of age and ancient paper. It’s a strangely comforting scent.
There’s a simple title printed on the spine, in faded gilt lettering: Dryadae.
The book is written in archaic Rahavan. The words are embellished; the phrasing quaint.
But the meaning remains the same.
Long before the Duchies of Rahava were united by Emperor Lyzar Duthriss, people used to study magic as an art. They wrote books such as this one—a scientific study on dryads.
I look up from where I’m sitting—in an old, leather-upholstered armchair that reminds me of the one in Corvan’s chambers.
How many nights did Valdon Duthriss spend here, learning ancient secrets that helped him cling to power for so long?
It feels so surreal; that I now have unrestricted access to some of the most valuable texts in the empire.
As for what I’ve been able to discover in such a short amount of time…
“Anything interesting?” Corvan murmurs, sidling up beside me, placing his hand on the back of my neck. He isn’t wearing his gloves anymore, and his hand is warm and pleasantly rough.
His touch sends a little shiver down my spine. I can hardly believe he feels this good to me; this familiar, as if we’ve known one another for years.
The book lies open on my lap, at the part I found most interesting of all. I look up at Corvan.
He’s smiling.
In the midst of all this darkness, he’s smiling, and it’s a true smile, devoid of cynicism or bitterness.
“Actually, there is something.” I gesture toward the page, which has turned yellowish-brown with age. “You know the heart-seed that was put inside me by the ancient tree, Eulisyn?”
“Hm?” He caresses my neck; gentle, reverent, possessive.
My heart beats ever faster. “Look at this passage.” I point to the paragraph, printed in ornate, archaic lettering.
The Heart Seed: A Divine Gift
Deep in the ancient forests, there exist certain trees that have grown for a millennia or more. So ancient are these beings that they have grown sentient. Witnessed have they the passing of time and mere mortals, the changing of the seasons and the song of the earth. Thus, we can equate them to deities. They have names; seldom attained, seldom offered, and imbued with power. Only one of Dryadae lineage can converse with the ancient trees. A god-equivalent tree may choose, at any time, to offer protection to one of their children in the form of a heart-seed. Such an event is extremely rare; a once-in-a-millennium occurrence. The heart-seed is an extension of the deity’s power, and when combined with the magical potential of a Child of Eresus, it will grant untold protection.
Source: an oral account provided by one of Dryadae lineage.
“That tells us a lot, but it’s also infuriatingly cryptic,” I complain. “Why are these things always so cryptic? I find it hard to believe that people like you and I are so vanishingly rare that we have to go searching for crumbs of information. Can’t anyone tell us anything?”
Corvan runs his devious fingers beneath the neckline of my tunic, massaging the hollow of my neck, sending warm ripples through me. His touch draws the nervous energy out of me. How is he so calm at a moment like this? “It’s fascinating,” he murmurs. “And reassuring. I have no doubt that many of our kind exist, but they’re far away from here. With the exception of your mother. I suspect she holds answers to so many of your questions. Patience, Finley. I’ll go to Talavarra now and set her free. All will be well.”
“You’re going to go?” I look up, taking in his earnest expression, and the look of certainty in his crimson eyes. He’s made up his mind. Stubborn man. Iron-willed man. “Alone? I thought you didn’t want me to leave your side.”
He takes my hand. Slips his fingers into mine and draws me upwards out of the chair. “On the balance of what I knew back in Tyron, that was what I thought. I was expecting a bloodbath in Lukiria, not my father on his deathbed. Human opponents I can handle easily, but Ansar and his people are using magic. I might have to rely on all my powers to fight them… and whatever’s inside Deignar castle.” He pulls me toward him, his arm curling around my waist. “Now that the situation is clearer, I’m afraid I’ll be drawn into a fight I can’t avoid, leaving you vulnerable to attack. Talavarra isn’t my territory. I don’t know it as well as Lukiria. I’ll be at a disadvantage going in.”
“So what do you propose?” I lean into his embrace, wanting to be held like this forever. “That I stay here, in the Inner Sanctum of the Imperial Palace, while you go and singlehandedly fight your half-brother and his extended family; people who have the power to raise the dead and bend them to their will?”
He raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly. “That’s pretty much my plan. You’re in the most secure part of the most heavily fortified building in Rahava, and the Elite Guard have sworn to protect you. The forces defending the palace know nothing of my father’s death. They’ll maintain the strictest security because they still think they’re serving Emperor Valdon Duthriss. I daresay you’ll be safe here until I return.”
I gave Corvan a wry look. “But you breached the Inner Sanctum so easily.”
“For one like me, who knows the secret entrances and can immobilize mortal guards easily; who didn’t face any kind of resistance because father was expecting me… that’s a given. But anyone else that tried to infiltrate like that would be long dead by now. The Elite Guard are truly formidable. Nothing will get past them.”