CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BREA
“I won’t allow it, Lochlan.” Queen Faolan perched on her throne in the empty throne room. It was barely light out, but Lochlan had called them all here to discuss the threat on Iskalt.
Brea wasn’t sure why she was there. Yawning, she perused the morning buffet, sad to see the absence of Eldur Brew. No matter the time of day, the throne room spread offered the best food to be had in all of Eldur. “Ooh jelly popovers.” She helped herself to several of her favorite pastries, wondering if she just went back to bed if anyone would miss her.
“It is none of our business.” Shocked, Brea’s attention turned to the queen. How could she say such a thing to Loch, knowing how he felt about his people and his absence all these years? It occurred to her that her mother might not
