And that person isn’t me.
“Oh!” Eldy gives a little hop, covering his mouth. “Prince Farron has found a mate? What joyous news! Dear Farron! I am positively chuffed!”
Ezryn crosses his arms. “How have you not heard? Letters were sent to all the realms.”
“Like I said before, sire, Spring has been a bit … closed-off from the other realms.” Eldy looks past me, and something shifts in his expression. His mouth falls open in a gasp. “It truly is you.”
Astrid and Marigold approach us. Astrid’s biting her lip, eyes shifting rapidly between the majordomo and Marigold. But Marigold crosses her arms, pops a hip, and levels Eldy with a glare that would frighten even the princes’ beasts.
“You are as beauteous as ever, Lady Marigold,” Eldy whispers, eyes suddenly at his feet.
“Save it,” she snaps. “I’m not here to listen to you grovel. I’m here to do my job.” She gives him another withering stare. “Something you struggle to do.”
“I … I never!” Eldy says, but Marigold’s already sashayed past him toward the keep. Ezryn claps him on the shoulder as he follows her.
“You’re going to need to catch me up,” I whisper to Astrid as we walk behind.
“Have you got three years?”
But there’s no time for details as we approach the door leading into the cavernous Keep Hammergarden. I’ve never felt so small in my entire life: the colossal mountains loom above, and the keep is built directly into the rocky surface. It blends almost seamlessly with the natural contours of the mountain range, appearing as if grown from the earth itself.
It’s strange: the imposing stonework of Keep Hammergarden, and the delicate gardens that dot either side, bursting with blooms of every color. There is both strength and fragility, power and peace.
Guards lower their heads as we pass into the building, showing the utmost reverence to Ezryn. He walks with confidence, and the man who was competitively playing board games with Caspian, stealing chocolate muffins, or tenderly healing my arm, feels far away.
“For some reason, this place has always given me the heebie-jeebies,” Astrid whispers as we walk through the huge hall. “It’s like I can’t tell if I’m inside or outside.”
I kind of understand what she means. The walls are the rough stone of a cave, with moss and trickles of water running over it. And yet, it’s decorated with finery. A dark green carpet lines our way, and the guards are dressed in shimmering armor.
A familiar, loud voice echoes through the space. “I told you, I don’t need an appointment. If you don’t let me in to see Ez right now—”
“You mean His Highness, High Prince Ezryn?”
We round a corner to see a red-faced Dayton squabbling with a guard outside of two large wooden doors.
“You know who I mean,” Dayton sneers. “Now, I’m going to kick your ass if I can’t see Ez in the next—”
“High Prince Ezryn!” the guard calls, suddenly straightening.
“That’s who I said,” Dayton sighs.
Ezryn comes up beside him and crosses his arms. Why do I get the feeling he’s raising a brow and smirking under that helmet of his?
“Thank you for your vigilance. But this is High Prince Daytonales of Summer. He is to be treated with the same respect as I.”
“Oh, Ez!” Dayton wraps an arm around his shoulder. “Tight ship you run around here. Would have thought I was Kel by the way the folk are treating me.”
Another realm that has issue with Kel?
“Apologies, High Prince,” the guard says, lowering his head. “I was merely following protocol established by the steward—”
“The steward,” Ezryn growls, “is bedridden. The person sitting on the throne is a usurper.”
And with that, Ezryn throws open the doors and strides into his throne room.
18
Dayton
Of course.
The usurper Ezryn mentioned is none other than that little shit, Kairyn. Rosie, the majordomo Eldy, Marigold, Astrid, and I, thunder into the Hall of Vernalion after Ezryn like his own personal army. Damn, this place has never been the cheeriest, but it feels like a funeral hall. A sense of despair washes over me the moment I step through the doors.
It’s really not surprising, though. Kairyn’s always made me uneasy, even when he was just Ezryn’s little brother following us around. Now, he’s sitting on the throne like a damned tyrant, legs spread, and hands clenched. And there’s a bunch of creepy people standing nearby, dressed in long robes of white and gold.