Chapter Twenty-Nine
Phillip
Phillip crouched along the side of the Draconian palace, the darkness of the night hiding his movements.
He’d seen her arrive. La Dame. Black hair sweeping behind her, she’d ridden up the road, her horse’s hooves thundering by. She had no guards with her, but she had no need of them with the strength of her power at her fingertips.
Phillip’s own magic leaped with the need to explode out of him as soon as he saw her. He’d held it back, choosing instead to run the short distance to the palace. La Dame entered her home moments before Phillip arrived, leaving her horse with the guards.
Alfred followed Phillip, and the king wanted to tell his old friend to go back, that he would be no match for La Dame. Alfred was only putting himself in danger.
But Phillip onl
