Chapter 8
The fear in the servant’s eyes every time they were in the king’s presence didn’t escape Davi’s notice. His father was not a man you wanted to cross. During his short time at the palace that was the only thing he’d really learned about his father.
When his heavy hand clamped down around Davi’s shoulder, the son did his best not to flinch. He wasn’t scared of Calis, but he still lived with caution.
“Son,” the king began. “I hear your aptitude for magic is coming along.”
Davi nodded his head slowly. “Lorelai is a good teacher.”
“I’m glad she’s helping you grow accustomed to Dreach-Dhoun. She is my most prized asset, other than yourself.”
Asset. Not family. He liked to hope his father meant well, but there wasn’t a warm bone in his body.
Despite the coldness that still existe
