Sakina
Eli had called for us all in the war chambers. Everyone was there, including Conin and my three lieutenants. While the rest of the palace was made of either white marble or alabaster, the war room was made of a darker, grey marble. There was a large black table with enough room for twelve, but for now, we all stood.
“I don’t understand why you were out hunting alone,” I ranted, “it was a foolish idea in the first place.”
A silence descended. I realised I had most probably insulted the king. I turned to him, warily.
“Look, Eli,” I began.
He held up his hand, silencing me.
“No, you’re right. I wrongly assumed that Skol would be disorganised with his band of rogues and I was mistaken. Now he has Lucien and it’s my fault.”
He looked stricken as he said this and guilt washed ov
