Prove me wrong, my son.
Jalyn clenched his fists. The queen’s words echoed in his ears again as he climbed the stairs of the High Towers. People accompanying him exchanged glances, but all knew better than to mention anything, so their ascent was silent. Jalyn couldn’t help cherishing it. He might have been insignificant back at his mother’s court, but here, in Kaighal, his word mattered the most among the delegation sent from Tivarashan.
Three people wearing exquisite robes came from the opposite direction, and as they rushed down the relatively narrow stairwell, Jalyn indicated for his entourage to step aside, onto the balcony overlooking the chamber below. Back in Tivarashan, people would rather throw themselves over the railings than stand in his way, but the citizens of Kaighal, ind
