Thorns of Frost (Fae of Snow & Ice, #2)(39)



The rest of the table murmured pleasantries, before Lord Crimsonale said, “Would you be so kind as to inform us of the state of your crops?”

Lord Thisslewater launched into a rundown of facts and figures, his voice animated. When he finished, the scribe at the end of the table looked up from his parchment, ready to record whatever was said next.

Everyone watched Lord Thisslewater with rapt attention. All except for Prince Norivun, who drummed his fingers on the table, his deadly glare still focused on his brother.

King Novakin leaned on the arm of his chair, looking unimpressed. “Thank you for sharing that information, Lord Thisslewater. Now, as you might have surmised, you’ve been invited here today to discuss possible trade negotiations, in favor of your island’s export of food staples. I know the Dresher Islands don’t produce anywhere near what our territories do, but while we wait for the next celestial event to replenish our orem, several of my archons feel it’s necessary to secure further grain stores.” He gave Wormiful and Crimsonale a disdainful glance. “For a short time, of course,” the king added. His eyes traveled around the table, and each archon fidgeted in their seat at the king’s challenging glare.

The king’s look said one thing and one thing alone—we would not indefinitely depend on the Dresher Islands.

“I see.” Lord Thisslewater inclined his head. “And what export are you suggesting in exchange for the Dresher Islands to help feed the Solis?”

“Precious gems,” Lady Wormiful replied, “from Kroravee Territory.”

Lord Thisslewater leaned back in his seat. “Interesting, although I’m not inclined to believe that gems are something we covet. Our islands occasionally produce those as well, and the Nolus fae have an abundance of gems. Trade with them is more appealing in regards to jewels.”

Lady Wormiful scowled as Lord Crimsonale rapped his knuckles on the table. “Another option would be to purchase an island,” the Osaravee archon proposed.

The king’s expression turned downright glacial, and Lord Thisslewater’s eyebrows shot clear to his hairline.

“Purchase land? Are you that desperate for food?” Lord Thisslewater’s pale-pink locks glinted in the light when he sat forward more, reminding me of my acorlis vines at sunset. “No island is for sale, Lord Crimsonale. Besides, if we ever deemed to give up such a priceless resource, I can assure you the cost would not be worth it.”

“Agreed, we’ll be doing no such thing,” the king snapped, his eyes flashing daggers at Lord Crimsonale.

Lady Wormiful tapped her pointy chin. “But, Your Majesty, we must consider the possibility that our orem will never fully return, despite what Nuwin is claiming this female will do.” She sneered in my direction. “So what are we to do if we’re unable to feed our fae? If we cannot secure more food stores from the Dresher Islands, then I propose we consider trading with the Nolus.”

I stiffened. “Lady Wormiful, we will be able to feed our fae. I’m sure of it.”

The room grew silent. Everybody stared at me.

Recovering first, Taberitha gazed down her nose toward me, her lip curling. “How can you be so confident?”

I fidgeted in my seat since everyone was watching me. I didn’t know where my outburst had come from, but the last thing I wanted was for this talk to progress to discussions of war. “Because the Harrivee field has returned to life, and the courtyard outside of my chambers is flourishing with life. That’s two separate patches of land that I’ve healed. Prior to me, those parcels of land had been deemed entirely without orem. I can do this. I’m sure of it. We don’t need to change our way of life while we wait for another celestial event.”

The aura pounding from Prince Norivun was now so strong it reminded me of crashing waves on the Osaravee coastline. Too nervous to look at him, I turned my eyes on the king.

King Novakin studied me, and for the first time, I felt as though he really looked at me and saw me as a fairy who was worthy of his attention. “Do you truly believe you can create orem, Lady Seary?”

“No.” I twisted my hands. “But my affinity does something similar. It creates life, which is exactly what orem does, so I suppose you could say it’s equivalent to creating orem.”

The king’s stare turned penetrating. “What field are you working on now?”

“It’s in Isalee, outside of Whimseal. The first field to fully die.”

Prince Norivun’s chest rose and fell sharply with each breath, but I refused to make eye contact with him.

“Interesting. I wasn’t aware the first dead field was where you were working when you mentioned Isalee.” The king shrugged, no longer seeming impressed with me. “Very well, Lady Seary, continue as you’ve been, but as for the rest of you . . .” He gave pointed looks to Lord Crimsonale and Lady Wormiful. “Such talk of relying on the Nolus fae for anything is forbidden. The Solis fae have maintained our independent great way of life for thousands of winters. That won’t change now despite what’s occurred of late. We will not be purchasing land nor asking the Nolus fae to provide help. We are due for another major celestial event in eight months’ time. We simply need to sustain ourselves until then. Between our stores and possible help from the Dresher Islands, I’m confident we shall be fine.”

“Although, you’re assuming the next celestial event will restore our land’s natural orem, even though the others haven’t.” Lady Wormiful sniffed. “If the last two haven’t, something that has never occurred, why would the next?”

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