beyond the city walls.
At last, they reached the villa.
âItâs beautiful,â Princess Amara said as she and her brother emerged from their carriage.
âYes,â Prince Ashur agreed, sweeping his gaze across the lush green hills the expansive villa was nestled within. âMore than adequate. It was very generous of the king to give us such a beautiful place to stay.â
Magnus nodded. âHeâll be pleased that you like it.â
His father disliked the Kraeshians, but so far Magnus had found them to be nothing more than an inconvenience, akin to persistent vermin that were immune to swatting. And his father refused to do anything more than swat at these pests, for fear that theyâd alert their father and bring war down upon him.
It was unusual for King Gaius to fear anything. Yet ever since the royal wedding, where heâd nearly been killed by the earthquake, the king seemed to be increasingly fearful of his own mortality.
He should be.
Magnus dismounted from his black stallion and approached the large villa.
The front door swung open and a boy no older than five or six ran out along the pathway. Reaching Magnus, he staggered to a halt and looked up at the prince with wide eyes.
âYouâre Prince Magnus, arenât you?â
âI am.â
âMy mama has nightmares about you.â His little fists were clenched at his sides. âI wonât let you hurt her!â
Cronus stepped forward, but Magnus held up his hand to stop him.
âI assure you, young man,â he said, crouching down in front of the boy so they were at eye level, âI mean your mother no harm. But Iâm very pleased to see sheâs protected by such a fierce warrior.â
A woman with a large belly hurried toward them and gathered the boy into her arms. Her face was pale and drawnâqualities that were now more common than ever since the kingâs victory.
âApologies, your highness,â the woman said nervously. âMy son, he . . . he speaks without thinking. He meant no disrespect.â
âNone was taken.â The childâs words held no threat, only a mild sting that Magnus tried to ignore. The front door swung open again, and now a man exited the villa and joined the woman and boy. âAnd who are you?â Magnus asked.
The man put his arm around the woman and regarded Magnus warily. âI am Lord Landus. Apologies, Prince Magnus. We know we should have already departed, but we were delayed. My wife is with child and her mornings are currently wracked with illness. I assure you, weâre leaving now to make way for yourââhis gaze moved to the Kraeshians and his jaw grew tenseââhonored guests. Just as your father requested.â
âThis is your home?â Magnus was taken aback; he had thought this was an abandoned property. Now he realized that his father had simply cast out its residents, surely with threats of imprisonment or worse. Why did this surprise him? The king had never ruled his people with the weight of a feather when a stone would suffice.
The man smiled, but it gave off anything but warmth. âIt belongs to King Gaius now. And to you.â
âThen be on your way and donât waste anymore of the princeâs time,â Cronus said, approaching like a hulking shadow at Magnusâs side.
âOf course.â Fear flickered in the lordâs eyes. âFarewell, your highness.â
Magnus watched the three go on foot down the forest road. The little boy looked back at him over his motherâs shoulder with confusion. He didnât understand why he had to leave his home, with no idea when, or if, he might be able to return.
Theyâre Auranian
, Magnus reminded himself when he found he couldnât turn away.
What do you care of their fate?
âHopefully theyâve remembered all their personal belongings and wonât have to disturb us again,â Princess Amara
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