Storms~
Daranuthan o’Brynmohr
Twelvestones
Back at Twelvestones, Dara followed Madelyn as she climbed the towering grand stairway. With every step they climbed up out of the heart of the ancient hillfort, she grew more subdued. Calm portended a storm, and Dara braced for what would come.
They walked the long King’s Hallway together, passing the expansive suites that had been their home since the day Brynmohr brought the woman he loved to Twelvestones and named her his consort. Dara had been only nine years old when Lady Jenna and her newborn daughter came into his life.
From that day on, he had lived in two worlds, neither of them real. Firstborn sovereignty was a grand delusion, and the king’s little family was a facade of lies.
Madelyn entered her suite wordlessly, too withdrawn by
