Chapter ThirtyKing Aridor fastened the clasp of his cloak around his neck. He gazed at his distorted reflection in the back of a machinite shield that hung on his bedroom wall. The curved interior of the shield made his face and body look comically elongated, but he still cut a dignified form in his regal finery. A white silken shirt sported the Daradian emblem over the left breast, partially obscured by a spotless grey tunic. Black breeches, held up by a thick leather belt, hugged his legs down to his high black boots. A golden signet ring with a veracite stone adorned his finger, its blood-red color perfectly matching his cloak.
Patting his midsection, which seemed to have grown over the past season without his approval, he let out a long breath. If he was going to lead Elystra's greate
