The prince smiled sympathetically as his eyes travelled around his woodfolk, “So much so, that some of them had to choose me above their kin yesterday, and some have acted against their very nature to venture out of the forest in broad daylight to protect me.”
Outside the domes of colour, looks of uncertainty passed between the armed intruders. But uncertainty was followed by a look of resigned despair on Boravar’s face. “Brave words,” he said heavily. “But it is not up to you to decide the nature of each person’s greatest fear.”
Tarkyn stood up slowly and folded his arms across his chest. Although Boravar was big, the prince met him eye to eye. The sorcerer shifted uneasily beneath the challenge of Tarkyn’s stare. Then Tarkyn spoke quietly, but with a warning note of anger, “You forget
