Chapter 3
“It’s amazing.” Lord Coille leaned back in his chair. “We felt it. As soon as the magic returned, we all knew.”
Trystan glanced between the men and women he’d assembled around the table. His most trusted advisors along with many of the soldiers he counted on. They all nodded as if they understood what Coille spoke of.
“I was ten-years-old when we lost it,” Lady Destan chimed in. “Only a child, but I still remember. I called on the magic to see if I’d still remember, and it was instinctual. My body understood what to do even before my mind caught up. It sensed when to stop drawing in the power and how to release it.”
“That’s good.” Trystan rested his hands on the table.
“Good?” Wren leaned forward. “Trystan, it’s brilliant.”
“Wren.” Coille scowled.
Wren hid his smile behind
