Chapter 29
Tierney
“Take him to the healers.”
“He is our king now, take him to the healing pools.”
“Back up.” Tierney shoved through the crowd around Keir, heedless of her own injuries. Her hair hung limp where it escaped her braid, and her arms felt useless and heavy, but it was over. Yet, she feared saving three lives had cost Keir far too much.
“Give him room to breathe!” Blood trickled down her face from the gaping wound Torrin had given her. Her face was numb to the pain, but the ugly wound would likely scar her for life.
“Back up!” Tierney pushed and shoved. The lords and ladies of the Vondurian court were all too eager to help their new king, to ingratiate themselves, but if they didn’t give him some air, they were going to smother him.
“That’s enough!” She roared, drawing he
