“What if they try to kill Prince Omah?”
Syenne met his gaze, her posture rigid. “It is possible, Brother. These may be dangerous times.”
Kyura kept silent until he bid the others goodbye and he and Syenne reached his chambers.
“How do I deal with the fact someone just tried to kill the Tarlahn heir?” he asked her as they reclined on silk cushioned seats in his sitting room.
Syenne’s gaze sharpened. “I will hunt them,” she replied without hesitation.
Kyura sighed.
“Take each day as it comes,” she advised.
“Is that how you managed opposition when you became governor?”
She nodded. “Some small battles can be won in a day, but grief is like a war, and trying to plan too much will exhaust you. Just do what needs to be done each day and let me keep watch over dissent.”
Kyura nodded, feel
