Chapter 29Javi stood at the foot of the dais with the throne, now empty, as Arien was speaking to various nobles and looking as if they wanted to be elsewhere. He looked at the throne, that wouldn’t be occupied even metaphorically for much longer. The throne carved for Queen Ixellan, who’d carried the name of her homeland, and its people. And here he was, Javi Barasa, close enough to touch it.
“A long way for a shanty town boy,” he murmured.
“Hell of a long way.” Razz had come to his side. Javi smiled at him.
“You helped me get here,” he said. “In more than the literal sense.”
“And is this the end of your journey?” There was a tension behind the question. Javi knew he was asking more than the literal. But for now he answered it on face value.
“Not quite. I’ll be posted to, well, where
