“I’m … relieved.” Ezryn’s voice is slow, considering.
I raise a brow. “That our sole clue has turned out to be a dead-end?”
“I wasn’t sure who I would find when I came up here.”
“You mean what you would find?” I clarify.
Ezryn shakes his head. “No. Who. I couldn’t be sure of my brother’s true intentions for breaking his banishment. But coming up here … He’s beloved by these people. They’ve taken in so many displaced by the attacks.” He sighs. “Kairyn’s done more for Spring as an exile than I have as its High Prince.”
I walk over to him. “You had reason for your suspicions. Kairyn defied your order of banishment and deposed your father’s princeguard in place of his own. Have you decided on his punishment yet?”
Ezryn turns from me, and his reflection wavers in the many blades hanging upon the wall. “No. I thought I’d figure it out on my way up. What is the proper sentence for breaking a banishment? By all rights, I could exile him from Spring entirely. Cast him out forever.”
“Why don’t you?” I breathe.
His voice is a broken rasp. “Because I don’t want to.”
He faces the wall, shoulders slumped with defeat. I wonder how hard that was for him to admit to me. In this way, he’s so different from the rest of us. He’s not like Rosie, who wears her heart on her sleeve and often lets her thoughts rush out, no matter how strange. Or Dayton, whose emotions are so easily read in the crashing waves of his eyes. Damn, even Kel, as secretive as he is, won’t hide away his feelings.
For Ez, he’s always let his actions speak for him. He fought for me when I needed it most. Now, I’ll do what I’m good at.
I’ll give him the words.
“I understand.” Walking quietly, I come up behind Ezryn and place a hand on his shoulder. “Kairyn’s all you have left.”
Princess Isidora and Prince Thalionor were fated mates. When she died, Ezryn’s father nearly closed off completely. I’ve never known him well, but my mother used to whisper that he’d become a shell of himself, a ghost in fae flesh. Then she’d always hug my father so tightly.
My chest becomes heavy at the thought. Anytime I think of my mother, I’m right back on the battlefield. It’s as if the soldiers’ cries and the clang of metal are happening in this room. I miss you so much.
I’ve had my father and siblings to lean on, to grieve with. Not to mention, Dayton and Rosie don’t let a day go by where they’re not checking in on me.
But after Isidora’s death, who checked on Ez?
Ezryn lifts his hand to cover mine and holds it tight.
“It’s okay to be conflicted about this,” I say quietly. “Take your time.”
“We were always so hard on him, Fare. My father and me. You remember Kai as a boy, don’t you? He was always so distracted. A dreamer. There are so many moments in our childhood where I was so focused on fulfilling my own duty, I never stopped to look behind me and wait for him to catch up.”
I’d spent a little bit of time with Kairyn before his banishment. He mostly struck me as … odd. Come to think of it, I can’t think of a time when I saw him and Ezryn really get along. Even when they were younger, it was always Ezryn and Kel working together, fighting together, doing everything together. “You were the heir. You had to worry about yourself.”
A deep rasp comes from beneath Ezryn’s helm. “He needed someone. Mother was the only person he was close to. She understood his strangeness. I took her away from him.”
My throat tightens. How many times have I felt like that since the death of my own mother? That if I had done something different that day, I could have saved her life, and not left Dom, Billy, and Nori motherless?
I squeeze my eyes shut. In my heart of hearts, I know I deserve forgiveness. And Ezryn does, too. “It wasn’t your fault, Ez. Passing the Blessing is dangerous. Isidora knew the risks.”
His body stills, and he peels his hand away from mine. A moment of silence passes before he says, “How did it feel when your mother passed it to you?”
I can never forget it. The memory is treasured within me. “It was like a dormant flame caught to light in my chest. As if my core self ignited and radiated out, and suddenly I was a part of every living thing in the realm. The leaves were brighter, the sun warmer. I could hear words on the wind I’d never understood before—”
“To me,” Ezryn says, voice a husky growl, “it felt like I was being ripped from the inside out. Like in order to settle within me, it had to carve its way into my bones. I thought I was strong. No. The Blessing showed me just how weak I was. How weak I am. I couldn’t control it. It all happened so fast. I—” He cuts off and turns away, body drenched in shadows.
A shiver runs up my spine. “You what, Ez?”
Another weighty pause courses between us before Ezryn stalks to the door and opens it. “My father is dying, Farron. What if this decision about Kai’s punishment is the last chance to do right by my family?”
He was about to tell me something. I could push him …
No. He’ll find his words in time. When he’s ready, he’ll tell me.
I stand beside the High Prince of Spring and peer into the dark shadows of his helm. “We’re your family, too. You’ve done right by us. If you don’t believe Kairyn has anything to do with the missing Spring steel, I trust you.” Again, I search my mind for what I think he needs, arming him with words instead of weapons. “Kairyn is still here, Ez. If there’s something you need to tell him, it’s not too late.”
32
Rosalina
“Prince Kairyn,” I breathe, fully turning to face him. The hairs on my arms rise, and for some reason, the idea of having my back to him feels wrong.
I shouldn’t be surprised to see him here. He’s the leader of the High Clerics. And I know I’m not in the wrong for entering this space; Ezryn told me the monastery is open to everyone. But between his height, the broadness of his shoulders, and the sweeping black armor, the exit to the hall appears shrunken behind him.
“Apologies. I was walking with Prince Ezryn and Prince Farron and became distracted.” I look down. “They’re just up ahead. I’m sure they’re wondering where I am.”
“It’s understandable. The artwork throughout the monastery can not only be distracting, but enchanting.” His voice is a reverberated timbre through the black helm. “I would know. I’ve lived here for decades.”
Been banished here for decades, he means.
Kairyn stands beside me and looks up at the mosaic. A white stardrop on his breastplate, reflects the low light. “The Queen, in all her glory. The Golden Acolytes honor her memory and pray that she will return to the Vale.”
My breath is heavy in my throat. I blink up at him. “Is that what you pray for?”