Morielle never saw again that palace maid who delivered her the parchment to prepare the banquet. While visiting and feeding Klykass and Zum in the stable one mid-morning on her rest day, Tallahir appeared and greeted her with a smile, though with concern in his stunning beige eyes.
“How are you doing?” he asked her.
“Well… as you can see…” She shrugged, noting his usual gray uniform. He did look handsome in his own way. No wonder why Seliz fell for her master, who could not ever marry anyone. “Weren’t you with the king, Father?”
“Rhyphas is with him, as well as the other saighs. They’ll be back maybe late in the evening, and I have to take care of something here for your husband.” He looked up at the main castle.
She knew that King Raithen had to check out some merchants’ discord in t
