Prince Daranuthan~
Sethlyan Callan
Twelvestones
“We couldn’t have known it then,” I recall, “but Dara and I were already wrestling the same demons.”
“You could have befriended him,” she says. “It might have gone easier for you both if you had.”
“A Storm Hawk befriend the Prince of the Firstborn? Is that sarcasm?”
They rode away from the hillfort, back the way they’d come. The visit connected the quartz coin to a Jorendon diplomat Seth had met once, a brief introduction he barely recalled from the day of his wedding. He had a name but naught more, and Gaven had the same vague sense of direction he’d had all along.
Seth’s frustration mounted. He should be riding beside Rogart, not wandering around on hapless errands. He wondered if the fighting had begun. His sword should be there, no
