Lyris could have kicked herself for not recognising the similarities between Arnit and the two older men who approached. They were all tall and long limbed, with hair that ranged from golden to the colour of wet sand. They also seemed to share the same long nose, though Arn appeared less stern than his brothers; even in his current predicament. Lyris exchanged a glance with Kit, before they both stood aside. The first Prince knelt beside his brother, speaking to him too softly for Lyris to hear as he performed the same perfunctory checks that Lyris had, examining the wound beneath the cloth before waving to the armed and mounted men on horseback.
‘Do you know their names?’ Kit murmured, lips closed as though he was afraid to move his mouth.
‘Ilan,’ Lyris watched the Prince who was knel
