Chapter 7
feeding Krimaltin
Orange and pink was smeared across the horizon with a dash of golden sparkle, though Nelia assumed the sun wouldn’t fully set at all that day. Her mother had once said that the sun never dared to set on Prince Pokoj or the King. Aaron had confirmed her mother’s claims, in a way. When she asked him, after he returned from the war, he had said that there was always light around the Prince. At the time she had assumed that meant her mother was correct, which both irritated her and made her proud. Anything that had to do with her mother was always more complicated than it ought to be.
Riding behind him, gazing into the beautiful sky, she wondered why Aaron always had to leave out key details.
“Come up here, Nelia,” the Prince said. “We are coming close to Croiza
