Chapter 17: FlightThe realm of the dragons is the heart of the earth, the source from which all things grow. To return to it in body is the ambassadress’s chosen sacrifice, while others touch it only in dreams, or in visions.
– The Chronicles of Theranis
Myril woke to someone shaking her shoulder. She only wanted to sleep. She never seemed to sleep enough these days.
“Sleepyhead,” Jasela was saying.
Myril rolled up to a sitting position. “What is it?”
“I want your help moving out of the ambassadress’s quarters. It seems that Tiagasa is about to take her first petitioner there.”
“But she’s not confirmed yet, not even appointed,” Myril said. She got to her feet. Tiagasa was a fool.
“I know, but they all say that the governor’s made up his mind.” Jasela sighed. “She’s not all bad. Mayb
