Chapter Thirteen
Riona
Humans were strange creatures. Riona had never been in a human house before setting foot in Queen Brea’s.
But that was not this.
This was a house in the sky overlooking a noisy city. In Myrkur, she’d always loved her quiet. When Egan let her have her space, she’d sit in the palace gardens under the oiche fruit trees. Before stepping into Fargelsi that first time, she hadn’t known flowers could be any color other than black.
But she’d loved the black roses, loved the way their fragrant scent wafted through the gardens, and the softness of the petals in her hands.
But here, nothing was quiet. Riona examined the flowers on the balcony that grew from a pot instead of the ground. Was this more human magic?
If she were honest, she was tired of magic, tired of quests
