Merry making had finally ceased around the palace as news of the chosen reached more and more ears than I would have liked. It seemed I had underestimated how much palace gossip could travel around the royal abode and how many believers in the chosen Xatis actually had. Not even the spell that surrounded the castle had kept that news in the confines of it. That was evidenced by the multitudes who had now flocked around the spell’s barrier wishing to get a glimpse of the chosen. Although, for some I suspected it was out of fear after what had transpired in the council chambers. It seemed knowing about the chosen and actually meeting them had inspired different emotions. The display of fear on some of the wolf’s faces in there was still etched in my memory. It was by no means how I wished an
