Chapter Four
Meikah stared silently at her parents, the parchment in her hand.
“You’ll need a different shirt,” Heron said.
“The buttons could be replaced on that one for now,” Breena said.
Meikah held out the parchment. “I passed.”
“We’ll expect you to do as well at the Dark Blade Academy.” Heron didn’t take the parchment.
Meikah continued to hold it out. “I want to be a templar.”
“That isn’t an option,” Breena said.
“There are always options. You just don’t want to take them,” Isha said from the doorway.
Meikah lowered her hand as she turned to face Isha. “Which option would you take?”
“Let you choose for yourself.”
“My father has been invited to the Duke’s council. I’ll not have this impact on that invitation. You know what the gossips are like in this town. Look how quickly
