The horn sounded twice before Phaeryl had fully registered what it meant. Her memories from Keld palace had instilled a bit of fear in her that she had tried hard to ignore.
She was in the corridor outside Mira's chambers — a habit she'd fallen into without quite deciding to, lingering close whenever Xhanes and Zayan were away at one of their meetings with Orlo, Priel, Charis. She still found it difficult to believe Xhanes and Zayan were working well together despite earlier tensions.
Phaeryl’s face scrunched up at the sound of the horn for the third time. Not the festival horn. Not a household summons.
This was different, lower and urgent in a way that made the hair on her arms rise before her mind caught up to why.
She was moving before the third blast had finished and shouldered Mir
