Will he be our governor? Iola asked.
Anara’s gaze turned toward the palace. The city slips away from my mind. He is not one of ours, not of my realm. He is not known for his skill at arms. The princes do not favor him. She unfolded her wings, then settled them carefully back against her body.
But he must! Iola protested. The other is not… he does not know you, will not love you as he should.
The time will come to shake them off, Anara said. We will not shake him off yet. Persuade him. Her eyes glimmered many colors. Iola could almost see possibilities there, that she might bring Parnet to honor the dragons, but there was too much standing against it.
How can I? Iola wondered. The hope that Tanest might be governor slipped away as Iola perched beside Anara, above the temple and the city
