25
Cade
The scholars called me to the library, where they had been holed up for the last two days, going over all the books and knowledge, not only of Winter Court but also all of Wyth.
Deep down, I knew they wouldn’t find anything. Mahaera had told me there was no other solution. And yet, I hoped. I had to hope, because I couldn’t imagine holding the ceremony tomorrow.
But as I arrived at the library and went through the scholars’ notes, I realized that all they had were theories—really bad ones.
I smacked a notebook on the table. “Does anyone have anything concrete? That you know will work, no matter what? That we can put into practice right now?”
All the scholars lowered their heads.
“I’m sorry, my king,” one of them said in a cowering voice.
A wave of rage swept through me. The
