Malcolm of Winterstone, the boy was barely 15 years old, he was slim, gangly and what tugged at Layana’s heartstrings was the blindfold over his eyes and the chains and cuffs that forced him to face the other direction.
“What is this!” she exclaimed,
“My lady, he is dangerous,” Jonathan said
“This is Jarabayn! His powers do not work here!” Layana snapped as she walked over to the young boy pulling off his blindfold, he kept his eyes closed despite the curiosity to see who had helped him,
“There is always the concern that something can go wrong your highness…” Jonathan said glancing at Declan. Who simply gave him a cold look, with Layana now pregnant he didn’t want anything to stress her out more than normal.
“Malcolm… will you open your eyes?” Layana asked, Declan stepped forward cr
