He frowned over his empty bowl and did not speak.
“I need the dragon’s help,” I pleaded with the golden-haired man. “I need to help the brethren of Uyan Taesil. You cannot even imagine what horrors are being wrought upon them,” I reached across the table and touched his hand. He did not pull away but seemed to freeze under my touch. “Please, Aurien.”
“I fought against Phimion, Clareath’s ancestor,” he said quietly, his eyes on our hands. “I know very well the horrors that you speak of. It took many years and several species of brethren being brought to the verge of extinction, the dragons included, to get the Fae Court to take action. A handful of castle servants will not move them to mercy, Liera.”
“I have to at least get to the Fae Court and try,” I persisted. “I cannot just…
