Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ric
Pounding pain throbbed through Ric’s skull and his eyelids held a weight that made them nearly impossible to open. He groaned low in his throat and rolled over, expecting to find himself lying on hard stone. Instead, a plush bed surrounded him.
He pried his eyes open to see the lavish surroundings. A red velvet canopy hung over the bed. An orange glow from the flickering flames in the hearth lit the room. Where was he? As he struggled to sit and swing his legs over the edge, his entire body ached.
The events of his welcome into the palace of Dracon came back to him. Heavy booted guards. Pleading with his father to go alone. Why had he done that?
Was he a prisoner?
Bela certainly didn’t keep their prisoners in such luxury.
The door opened, and he fought the u
