5
Kiria
“Kiria.”
Her daydream vanished—something about leading a battle or dancing with a prince. Blinking in the sunlight streaming in from the window, she looked up at her tutor, Daelon. He smiled at her, crinkling his deep eyes. Though Daelon wore the same high-collared long robe of dark blue-gray that all other Amir wore, he wasn’t intimidating like some of the others. “Where have you been?” he asked.
“Right here.”
The study rooms in the Amiran Academy were traditionally small, and held only a copy of the Scroll or some other guide for meditation. Royalty and other noble families sent their children there for their whole education. Right now, the room only contained the two of them and a large map spread over a table.
Daelon sighed. “I’m trying my best to keep your attention, my
