PART 1

Thirteen Years Ago

The throne room was full of people, filled with citizens, guards, and all the aldermen. Jebbin stood next to Cara, as she sat on the throne of Vulkira. The ceremony was to appoint Jebbin as acting king until Erik would come of age.

It had been six months since Halden and Astrid’s death. It was said that they had died of illness but some rumors still spoke of an assassin. Cara wondered how many people believed the lie and how it would affect Vulkira.

Jebbin had cleaned up the carnage with a handful of his loyal followers. All wishing to see Erik crowned king and grateful to Cara and Jebbin for their bravery. Six months since Cara had killed her parents, to this day no one knew the true story. Even those who believed Jebbin had done the deed, followed him still. Believing the murder of the king and queen had been done in order to keep Vulkira safe from their tyrannical rule.

Many knew her parents’ plan to revitalize the era of King Galton. And so, they had fallen in line, still believing Jebbin to be the killer. Anything was better than Halden.

Erik walked through the doors, his royal garb dragging on the ground behind him. Slowly, he made his way toward Jebbin. Cara stood and knelt beside Erik as he stopped on the steps, Jebbin stood before them.

Her brother held the crown and ring of the king, in which he would offer them to Jebbin in a symbolic gesture to relinquish power over the kingdom in his stead. He was still too young and inexperienced to govern a nation.

Jebbin retrieved the golden crown from Erik’s outstretched hands, his twelve-year-old arms shaking from being in the spotlight. Cara gently touched his knee as he was kneeling with her, giving him comfort and peace of mind that his older sister was by his side.

He acknowledged her gesture with a glance and a slight smile. Jebbin smiled too and lifted the crown overhead.

“I swear before Hashem, I will uphold the law and rule with a just and strong hand. I will show mercy to those who deserve mercy and bring justice to those who harm this great kingdom.” Jebbin's voice echoed off the walls. “As acting king, I swear I will lay down my life for Vulkira and bring about a peace that is long overdue. I will bring our soldiers home from Kligira and start anew.”

The crowd erupted into a roar of praise and cheering. Erik and Cara stood, then took a place on either side of Jebbin.

“I swear to Hashem, to your future king and princess, that I will relinquish my power when Erik becomes of age.” Jebbin roared over the cheers, quieting them. “No more treachery, no more over taxation, no more sending your husbands and sons to a war they have no part in. I will not rule with an iron fist, and may Hashem give me the wisdom to see our nation prosper.”

His words spoke volumes as the crowd knew very well of Halden and Astrid’s unjust system of rule. Any who spoke out against them were silenced. Any who spoke against the war were silenced. Those who begged for a relaxation of taxes were punished openly.

Now that Halden and Astrid were no more, few mourned their passing even if the rumors of Jebbin murdering them were true. Hope that change would come, relieved most doubts about Jebbin’s abilities and past crimes.

It was all so... disgusting in a way. Horrible deeds overshadowed by hope. The hope of a brighter future obscured true justice.

Cara had quietly spoken to those who doubted. Those who did not praise Jebbin nor turn a blind eye to the obvious facts. His loyalty was in question, but she would never forget his true heart and undying loyalty to her. She would do everything in her power to alleviate the rumors. Those rumors would divide the people. Now was the time for unity.

Now more than ever, they needed to unite as one and work toward a better future. Already, soldiers arrived from Kligira after years of fighting. This alone was looked upon as a sign of Jebbin’s goodwill.

Not only that, the aldermen backed him and supported his temporary kingship. No one opposed it openly. Though Cara did not know if that was because they feared being silenced or simply because they knew Jebbin was a better choice than her father was.

Jebbin handed the crown to Cara, who curtsied then ordered him to kneel. Jebbin did so immediately and waited for her to crown him.

The crowd was cheering and the halls were filled with joy. A feeling she thought was never possible in the castle.

“I, Princess Cara, hereby crown you, Regent of Vulkira,” she said loudly as the crowd’s cheers died down again. “Do you swear to uphold our laws and to protect Vulkira?”

“I will,” Jebbin replied.

“Do you swear you will relinquish the crown to my brother, Prince Erik?”

“I will.”

“And do you swear to protect Vulkira even at the cost of your own life?” Cara asked, already knowing he had done so many times.

“I will.” Jebbin gave her a knowing smile as if reading her mind.

It was all for show. Jebbin had already said and proven those words time and time again. It was all a formality. But Jebbin had insisted they do things properly from now on.

She gently placed the crown atop his head. It was a strange feeling but it was done. Jebbin stood and the crowd once again roared in approval. As the crowd jumped up and down, Cara gestured for Erik to come closer.

Taking the king’s ring from his palm, Cara had both Jebbin and Erik bow before her. Again, Jebbin knelt, humbling himself before the princess.

“Brother. This ring represents you as crown prince.” she began. “As Regent, Jebbin will relinquish his throne when you call upon him to do so.”

“I agree with this,” Erik said shakily, looking at Jebbin.

“Then with this ring, Prince Erik, you are heir to Vulkira.” Cara gently placed the ring on his right index finger.

The craftsmen had molded it to fit his small hand. Its shiny exterior glinted in the light, the gold color shone brightly, as the gems on the top flickered.

Her parents had never intended to make Erik heir to the throne. They would have used her brother as a bargaining chip, nothing more. Inwardly, she wanted to cry at seeing her brother being given this honor.

“Rise, Regent, and Prince,” Cara said. “All hail Regent Jebbin.”

The crowd repeated her words in an eruption of cheers and hoots.

“All hail Prince Erik.”

They repeated her again, the cheers growing louder.

“All hail Princess Cara!” Jebbin stood with a fist to the air. It was not the custom to do so but he did it anyway, knowing her worth as a princess.

“HAIL PRINCESS CARA!” they screamed in joy.

Queens and princesses were never recognized like this. Only the kings and princes’ garnered such attention and honor, so when Jebbin did this for her, it meant more to her than anyone realized.

She wanted to cry from the overwhelming joy inside her.

Jebbin was honoring her as a true Vulkirian and praising her as a woman rather than a puppet to be used, as her father and mother would have done. The people recognized her for what she was, a princess capable of doing great things. Not only that, the ceremony was normally conducted by a man of high status but Jebbin had insisted it be her that crowned him Regent. When the aldermen agreed, she was shocked.

As they stood before the mass of people, crowded inside the large hall, Cara’s gaze fell to one man in particular. It was General Torstein. He stared back at her, his eyes never leaving hers. He gave her a long brooding stare, then a faint smile crept up his face. He nodded ever so slightly, then started clapping with the rest of the citizens and lords.

She gave a heavy sigh of relief. Not noticing she was holding her breath. This was a good day. Erik was grinning alongside Jebbin. A spark of true hope and joy lit Cara’s eyes.

Her mind temporarily forgot all the horrors her parents made her endure and the carnage and imagery of her slain parents vanished in that moment.

She smiled, genuinely. It had been some time since she had felt happy. In spite of herself, she let out a giggle that was thankfully overshadowed by the roar of the cheering and she kissed her brother on the cheek.

The nightmare was over. Erik was safe. Jebbin was safe. She was safe. For now.

PART 2

“You what?” Jebbin looked at her in surprise.

“I would like to proceed with marrying Xerath,” Cara repeated. “I know it was my parents' idea but they were right about one thing, we need Xer’s influence. Vulkira has been significantly weakened and that means my brother’s rule will be dead before it begins.”

“I won’t let that happen,” Jebbin said. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I know,” Cara said. “I’m doing this for Erik, and you. And for Vulkira.”

“Your marriage would secure a lasting alliance with them.” Jebbin scratched his chin. “Xer did seem concerned that we would call off the arranged marriage once Halden and Astrid no longer pushed for it. It seems Xer is eager to have a hold in Vulkira just as much as we want a hold in Xer. Are you sure about this, Cara?”

“Our rich mountains will be sought after by all, especially Tykin,” Cara added. “This marriage will be beneficial for both Vulkira and Xer and they know it.”

“But I made it so you didn’t have to marry Xerath.” Jebbin frowned. “I thought this would make you happy. All you’ve ever wanted is to be free from the burden of the crown. Now you have that chance. Are you absolutely sure that you want this?” he repeated the question.

“There’s not much I do that makes me happy.” Cara thought back to that fateful night. “Seeing you safe and caring for the kingdom makes me happy. Seeing that Erik has a future without constant threats makes me happy. I am already happy, Jebbin.”

“Right.” Jebbin pursed his lips. “I hope you know what you're doing.”

“Well…” Cara paused. “Now that Ulfrick is gone. The only thing that ties me here is my brother. Marrying Xerath will give me influence from Xer where I can aid him and you from there. I think it's best that I leave anyway. The only thing this place brings me is memories. Memories in which I wish to forget.”

“Ulfrick.” Jebbin sighed heavily. “I know you loved him and if it changes anything, I would exchange my life for his in an instant. But I understand. I only wish you the best, princess.”

“I know.” Cara tried to smile. “Ulfrick knew what he was doing. He knew that without you, Vulkira would fall. He knew you would save us. And he gladly gave his life for it to come to fruition. But I can’t help but feel... that it was my fault for asking him.”

“Don’t say that!” Jebbin raised his voice. “None of this is your fault. The fault lies with me and your parents, not Ulfrick, and certainly not you. The sins of my generation caused all this. Not you. You’re forced to carry your parents' sin. For that… I am sorry my dear child.”

“He begged me to leave with him,” Cara whispered, remembering that night. “He wanted me to run away with him. To live a life free of my parents and the nightmare we lived in. And for a moment, I hesitated. Jebbin, I hesitated. I wanted that. I wanted to run away with Ulfrick. You praise me and put me on a pedestal. But in reality, I was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to him and he paid the price for it.”

“I see. Cara, please. I don’t fault you for that and I know that if Ulfrick were here, he wouldn’t either.” Jebbin sat down. “I am sorry I could not shield you from this. I have failed miserably.”

“It’s a price I’m willing to pay in order to keep my brother and Vulkira safe,” Cara stated. “You have taken enough of the burden on your shoulders. You have done more than enough Jebbin. You have gone far beyond anyone could’ve asked for.”

“No matter the cost. I will bear the burden with you. You will not face this alone. I will never tell a living soul. I will carry our secrets to my grave.” Jebbin promised. “If there is anything, anything at all, I will come to your aid. I will protect you till my last breath.”

“I know you will.” Cara smiled. “You are a good man. A true and loyal friend.”

Jebbin gazed into her violet eyes, looking sad and worried for her. She returned the stare with a blank and lifeless one. Only brief moments ever lit them. And she knew it was what he was looking for. That spark she once had.

“I shall send them a letter then?” Jebbin asked, not seeing what he wanted to see. “I will ask for a meeting here. On our terms.”

“Excellent,” Cara replied. “I would very much like to meet him first. I am curious as to what kind of man Prince Xerath is. Hopefully, not like his father. Elzzor is… a brute.”

“Ha.” Jebbin chuckled. “That he may be, but a most powerful brute at that. His demands when Halden was negotiating were preposterous. Though, his sudden illness will have an impact on Xerath. His father being sick will likely knock him off balance and delay any meetings we may have. I know I wouldn’t want to meet a foreign princess right after a war and finding out my father was sick. Xerath has been away from his home for three years.” Jebbin added. “That will do something to a man. Don’t underestimate the horrors of war. You best be sensitive to that fact when first you meet.”

“I know,” Cara assured him. “I have thought of that. Be sure to include our prayers for Elzzor when writing them. And let Xerath know I desire to speak with him before a decision is made. And I do have sympathy for all who have fought in this war, Jebbin.” Cara said sadly. “As it was all based on a lie my parents conjured up. That kind of knowledge would destroy many lives. Let alone all the men who fought in it.”

“Well.” Jebbin frowned. “Then you must keep that from him for the rest of your life, Cara.”

“Of course.” Cara sighed dispassionately. “But I see your point. I will be sensitive, of course, I will. Xerath did his duty with the knowledge he had, I can’t blame him or Elzzor for fulfilling their duty.”

“Even if you weren’t opened to the idea, Elzzor may force the issue.” Jebbin brooded. “The issue of their agreement.”

“That agreement wasn’t with me.” Cara raised an eyebrow. “And besides, I already said I would meet with Xerath. I’m not opposed to the marriage as I once was. So there’s no reason to fret over it until then.”

“I will send the letter right away then.” Jebbin paused, making absolutely sure it was what she truly wanted. “Are you sure about this?” he asked cautiously one last time. “You don’t have to go through with this. Now that I am Regent, I can make it so you will never have to think of Xer ever again. You won’t need to worry. I can take care of everything, just say the word.”

She hesitated. Pondering his offer carefully and imagining a life without worry or pain. She sighed sadly.

“Thank you.” Cara smiled. “I will keep that in mind, but for now, we will proceed. Before, I had no choice. Now I do. You made that possible. Send the letter. I’ll meet Xerath first. Then decide.”

“Very well.” Jebbin nodded. “As you wish.”

PART 3

Upon returning to Xerixes, Xerath had met with his father. He had not been told of his sudden illness until he had returned. It was not hopeful for his health to improve, but that didn’t stop Elzzor from insisting he go to Vulkira on his own.

Elzzor was neither a forgiving nor loving father, however, he had made sure Xerath had grown strong. He had instilled strength and leadership by any means necessary. For that, Xerath was grateful.

He held no particular love for his father, and yet, upon seeing him, lying in bed, something inside him worried. Deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time before Elzzor died and left the fate of the kingdom in his hands.

And Xerath was not at all confident he could rule Xer alone. Having a wife to support him was more than ever a pleasant thought. He had no desire to bear the weight of ruling a kingdom by himself.

Once more, Elzzor had surprised him. He seemed content as if he was alright with dying. That had scared Xerath. His father had changed in the three years he was away. Xerath had too for that matter. But what was far odder, was Elzzor’s words to him before leaving.

“Meet the princess. Make her fall in love with you. Marry her and have as many children as possible.” Elzzor had said to him, all the while a big stupid grin on his face. “I hear she’s a pretty thing. But keep in mind, she has recently lost her parents. Be a gentleman.”

It was such a shock to him, so out of character that Xerath merely gawked at him. Xerath had wondered if his illness was affecting his brain. Regardless, Xerath had set out for Vulkira.

A part of him wondered if he could re-enter society. The time he had spent in Kligiria had felt like a lifetime. He felt old and hardened now. Less hotheaded and stupid.

And so, Xerath had left Xerixes, as his father had wished. Inwardly, he feared that his father didn’t have much longer to live, but he obeyed. He knew his father would be happier if he had found a wife before he died.

Keeping that in mind, he frowned, remembering her age and feeling strange. The last thing he wanted was to marry a child. She had just recently turned sixteen.

This bothered him more than he thought it would. He wondered how mature she was.

Shaking his head, he turned his mind to other things.

He wondered what Jebbin had done to obtain the title of Regent. Not only that, he questioned if he was forcing the princess to fulfill their promise to them once the war was over. Vulkira should keep their promise, but something didn’t feel right to him. “So much killing and years of torture for a bride?” he scoffed, thinking to himself. “He had brought Kligira to its knees, and for what? A girl's hand in marriage. It all seemed insane to him now. Why Elzzor had ever agreed to the alliance, Xerath would never understand.”

A forced bride didn’t sound appealing to him. Especially after what he had been through. The war had changed him drastically. Xerath’s pride and arrogance had been put in its place, replaced by a solemn mind. Kyburn was the only one who held him back from becoming a monster.

No amount of killing was worth it. Even if the Kligirians were in the wrong by invading Vulkira, the orders from his father to execute Queen Brinna and Prince Zegren were the last straw for him.

Xerath put it all out of his mind as he rode through the streets of Vlakias. His royal guards trailing behind him and Kyburn at his side.

They trotted inward, coming to a stop where a man who could only be Jebbin, had a crown atop his head. He was the young prince's ward now. And Cara’s too. The tragedy of losing a parent at such a young age would have a lasting effect on anyone. Xerath felt deep sympathy for both Cara and Erik as they grieved.

Though it had been nearly seven months, he could only guess at the time it took to fully recover from losing parents. He would surely face that same predicament soon.

Halden and Astrid’s sickness was sudden and swift. It caught them all off guard and Xerath hoped the marriage had been simply postponed or outright demolished, but upon receiving the letter, he secretly wanted to meet Cara now. She seemed different, but he supposed most princesses were and he wasn’t sure how much of the letter was her personality. If any.

He showed off his athletic body by slipping off his horse effortlessly, keeping one hand to his hilt while doing so. His guard replicated his movement in a less gracious manner, then followed after him.

A dozen stablehand boys rushed from the shade of a makeshift tent. They gathered up the horses quickly and led the beasts to the stables.

“Showing off again?” Kyburn chuckled as he adjusted his belt. “I don’t see the princess, there’s no need for that. It’s only us who watch your foolery.”

“Shut up, Kyburn,” Xerath smirked. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you're talking about.”

Kyburn shrugged then chuckled to himself.

Judging from the description, Jebbin was waiting for them to approach. Xerath shrugged then walked toward the newly appointed Regent who eyed him up and down.

Kyburn raised an eyebrow at his friend but said nothing, following him.

“Greetings, Prince Xerath. It is an honor to finally meet you.” Jebbin gave the slightest bow of respect. “I have been awaiting your arrival. I have prepared a room for you to dine and relax for the time being.”

“Thank you,” Xerath said politely. “We are honored by the invitation of Vulkira. I thank you for your hospitality also. On behalf of my father and I, we are grateful to you for keeping your word. It speaks to your integrity as the alliance was not signed by you.”

“Of course.” Jebbin’s lip twitched. “I am a man of my word.” he smiled wryly.

“I must say though, I was quite surprised by your letter. Cara must be lucky to have you watching over her. I had assumed a meeting like this would never happen simply because you would have your own plans for the kingdom.” Xerath said.

“Ha.” Jebbin grinned. “You would’ve assumed correctly.”

“Oh?” Xerath half smiled, half frowned, unsure what he meant. Jebbin didn’t say anything to elaborate so Xerath coughed and moved on. “I don’t see Princess Cara.” Xerath covered his eyes from the sun and looked around. “When may I ask, will I meet her? I have traveled... quite far I might add, to do so.”

“You will.” he paused. “In time. She has...” Jebbin tilted his head with a smile. “Other things to attend to. She will be joining us shortly.”

“More important than us?” Kyburn muttered under his breath just loud enough for both men to hear.

“Forgive my manners.” Xerath pointed to him. “This is Kyburn. My most trusted and loyal friend. I pray you will treat him with all the respect and courtesy you would afford me.”

“That is high praise.” Jebbin glanced at Kyburn. “You defeated Armin on the battlefield, did you not? You must be quite skilled to have accomplished that. King Armin was no fool with a sword.”

Kyburn’s face went dark, as did Xerath’s, memories of the battle still clear in their minds. “Yes,” he said quickly. “I did,” Kyburn replied bluntly.

Jebbin frowned, noticing their grim expressions, and quickly changed the subject, “Alright then. This way, if you please.” Jebbin said. “Before we begin, I do, however, ask that you keep your guard from entering into the palace.”

“Oh?” Xerath frowned deeply. “And why’s that?”

“I’m sure you can understand our caution on security as the death of our king and queen is still fresh on everyone’s minds,” Jebbin said. “I trust you understand,” he repeated.

“Very well.” Xerath squinted, then gestured for his guard to stay put.

“I will have them accommodated shortly,” Jebbin promised. “A warm meal and bed will be provided to them I assure you.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Kyburn looked suspicious.

Jebbin ignored him and started walking up the steps, leading them along with four Vulkirian guards trailing behind at a distance. Jebbin would look back at them at random intervals as the path wasn’t direct and they passed through many hallways.

“Six years,” he whispered under his breath, to Kyburn.

“What?” Kyburn turned mid-step.

“I’m six years older than her.” Xerath looked back at him.

“Wait.” Kyburn squinted. “You’re twenty-two. That would make her…” he paused, thinking carefully. “Sixteen?”

“Indeed.” Xerath frowned.

“But.” Kyburn looked at him. “She’s barely a woman. I thought she was much older. More your age.”

“Apparently not,” Xerath said, exasperated. “I honestly didn’t know either until my father told me. I was as shocked as you.”

“Well.” Kyburn frowned. “What are you going to do then? Do you still want to marry her?”

“I don’t know,” Xerath admitted. “I’m not sure how I feel about it. It’s not unheard of to marry a woman of her age. In fact, it's quite common here, as it is in our own country.”

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“It would look bad if you turned her down now,” Kyburn warned. “All of Vulkira would see it as an insult.”

“I’m not so sure she wants to marry me,” Xerath said. “Jebbin is more than likely pulling her strings. My father said it is likely he was the one to rid Halden of his life. For all we know, Cara could be his hostage. Merely using her as his own bargaining tool.”

“I did hear about that.” Kyburn shrugged. “There’s not much we can do about it now though. Whatever you decide, know that I’m with you brother. If you feel as if she isn’t right for you. I’ve got your back. Elzzor might have our hides but-”

“Alright.” Xerath punched his shoulder. “I get it. My father probably wouldn’t care if I declined the marriage anyway. And Vulkira isn’t really in any position to complain if I did. All this talk is pointless though. I haven’t even met her. She could be a perfectly nice girl. Who knows, I may even like her.”

“I suppose.” Kyburn shrugged.

Xerath was at the age where his parents constantly wished him to marry a woman of high status and settle down, though he was still young, he wished to go about his single days a bit longer. With his father on his deathbed, however, he wished to please his father. But he also wished to marry for love, not duty. He had never met Cara, let alone heard of her before the war had begun. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to meet her though. He wanted to wait to marry, even if his parents pushed for this alliance.

Upon realizing her age, Xerath fully intended to postpone any arrangements himself, after his father had told him. Rather than outright say no, waiting a few years wouldn’t hurt anyone. There was always that option. Even if he did grow to love her, waiting wouldn’t be all bad.

His parents trusted him enough to make his own decisions however much he resented the idea. Xer needed him to marry soon though. It was his duty as the sole heir to the throne of the most powerful kingdom in all of Isulia and he was told that often. Especially now that his father was gravely ill.

“I’ll just postpone the wedding if I don’t like her,” Xerath told Kyburn with finality in his voice. “What can they do?”

Kyburn said nothing, only nodded and smiled faintly. Xerath noticed he looked worried now since all their guards were outside and not here to protect him.

They followed Jebbin cautiously, Kyburn’s eyes darting around as if danger lurked around each corner. It took several minutes but they eventually stopped momentarily in front of two large doors. Jebbin gestured for them to enter and immediately took a seat at the wooden table.

The table was full of refreshments and multiple choices of food, such as fruit, bread, and meat. Xerath hardly hesitated before eating a chunk of meat and some wine to wash it down. Jebbin joined in as he bit into an apple and gazed at Kyburn who was still standing.

“Please. Have a seat.” Jebbin said through a mouthful of apple.

“Where is the Princess?” Kyburn asked. “It is strange that she is not here to meet us.”

“She will be here momentarily,” Jebbin replied. “I assure you. She will come.”

“Was our arrival not announced?” Xerath asked. “We sent several messenger hawks before us, notifying you of our approach.”

“That isn’t it.” Jebbin placed a half-eaten apple back on the table. “I must admit, I lied to you both. Cara is elsewhere. I brought you here… to speak first.”

Kyburn placed his hand on his sword, whereas Xerath stopped eating his mouth full and staring intently at Jebbin. The tension rose as the silence continued.

“Explain,” Xerath mumbled through a piece of bread. “Why?”

“I brought you here because Cara is expecting you elsewhere.” Jebbin started. “I needed to speak with you first. You. Alone. Without any interruptions.”

“I see.” Xerath leaned back in his chair casually. “You want to make a deal or something? Am I to buy her hand? Bribe me? If that is the case.” Xerath chuckled. “You’ve grossly misjudged me.”

“Ha.” Jebbin waved a hand, leaning forward. “I won’t insult you with bribery. Though the thought did cross my mind. You see. I don’t know you. I need to make sure you aren’t like every other man wanting Cara’s hand. What I want…” he paused. “Is for you to prove your worth. Show me, you are worthy of the princess’s hand.”

Kyburn frowned, and one eyebrow rose but said nothing.

Xerath merely sniffed, thinking. “And how…” one eye twitched. “am I to do that?”

“Convince me.” Jebbin smiled wryly. “Convince me, Prince Xerath. For if you do not, then I will make sure you will never touch her.”

“Anything I say to you will be mute. Empty words.” Xerath shrugged. “I could promise that I would never harm her. I could promise that I would love her till my last breath but we both know you wouldn’t believe me. So I ask again, how would I go about proving myself to you?”

“True,” Jebbin smirked. “I would never assume the role of her father, but that being said, I care for her like she is my own. She has been through much. Far more than you can imagine.”

“I can’t fault you for that.” Xerath shrugged again. “But I don’t trust you either. You obviously have something in mind, so spit it out.”

“This can only be for your ears and no one else's,” Jebbin said, indicating Kyburn to leave.

Fully understanding the request, Kyburn still didn’t move a muscle. He glanced at Xerath who nodded slowly.

“I’ll hear what he has to say,” Xerath said calmly.

Kyburn nodded then removed himself from the room, leaving Xerath alone with Jebbin who smiled at him.

“There. We are alone.” Xerath adjusted his body. “What do you want from me?”

“I will give you information.” Jebbin started. “Information which will be vital for you and Cara.”

The moment he spoke, Xerath frowned. His mouth twitched in a sneer.

“You must give me assurances. And lastly, I will require two favors from you.” Jebbin continued.

Xerath scoffed, “I will agree to nothing before I hear what your requests are. So let’s hear them.”

“I will leave you with the knowledge of your future,” Jebbin said. “If you can handle what I will tell you, then we can move on to the next, if not…” he trailed off.

“My future?” Xerath raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “And how would you know my future?” he chuckled.

“Not just yours.” Jebbin stared at him intently. “Cara’s future. Isulia’s future.”

“I’m listening.” Xerath kept himself from rolling his eyes.

“You will understand when the time comes,” Jebbin assured him. “Thirteen years from now, everyone on this planet will die.”

“Is that all?” Xerath chuckled but noticed Jebbin had a seriousness in his eyes that scared him. “Does Cara know of this…” he paused, clearing his throat. “future?”

“No. And you will never tell her. You will never tell anyone.” Jebbin’s eyes flared. “You will suffer great hardship if you marry Cara. She has chosen a path, one in which will bring you both suffering. But, in the end, there is life and there is happiness.”

“You must realize how crazy this sounds.” Xerath shook his head. “Do you really expect me to take you seriously?”

“Cara will be unable to bear children for many years and once she does, you will have a son. Unfortunately, he will die. There is nothing you can do to stop this. Your parents will die ten years apart. Your father from illness, and your mother from age and heartache. Vulkira will fall and each kingdom around you will seek your power. They will flock to your borders, seeking sanctuary.” Jebbin continued. “One kingdom will resist. He will use them against you. A great evil will come from the ground, however, not all will harbor ill will.”

“The prince will rise up and try to strike you down in anger.” Jebbin continued. “You will lose a dear friend that day. If you try to stop this outcome, far worse things will happen. But you can still guide him. Do not forsake him. There is only one who can stop this. That man will bear the name Kaladin Valhorn. Only he... can stop this bleak future.”

“When the man in black’s identity is revealed, you must forgive him. It will be the hardest thing in the world for you, but you must.” Jebbin said cryptically. “He too has been through great hardship and does not act of his own free will. He will try to make amends and you must accept his sincerity. It will be easier the second time. Remember that.”

“Are you mad?” Xerath shook his head. “You must be if you expect me to believe y-”

“I know it was you who killed Armin and not Kyburn.” Jebbin interrupted. “You believed you were protecting Kyburn, but in reality, Armin wouldn't have harmed him. I also know that you didn't slay the queen or her son. You showed compassion. You showed restraint, even if it was Kyburn who stopped you from doing so. When the time comes, keep Kyburn close. He is and always will be your greatest friend.”

Xerath’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, his mouth dropping, “H-how d-do you know that? How?”

“I know many things.” Jebbin smiled. “My master has shown me. You are an anomaly. For reasons only He knows, Cara’s path has changed and I am here to guide you all.”

“They will come. Trust, Kaladin. No matter what. Graves has his own past but will be your ally. They all will be trustworthy.”

“Graves?” Xerath asked, flabbergasted. “How do you know all this? Who are ‘they’? How did you know about Armin?”

“Now.” Jebbin ignored his questions. “I have given you the knowledge. You must fulfill my two favors.”

Xerath stared at him, knowing he wouldn’t answer his questions.

“What favors?” Xerath shifted in his seat. “This is ridiculous. Speak sense or I’m leaving.”

“Firstly, once married, you will treat her with the utmost respect. Trust her, for there are things she hides from you to protect you. She will one day confide in you. You must not be angry with her. For if you are and act aggressively to the news, it will destroy her. Cara may act tough, but she is as fragile as any of us. Maybe more so.”

Xerath couldn’t ask, he only sat there, mouth agape.

“Secondly, and the most important, when the time comes, you must give this to Kaladin.” Jebbin pulled a cloth from his coat, then briefly showed the item within. “He will know what to do with it.”

“What’s it for?” Xerath asked.

“That is not for you to know I’m afraid,” Jebbin said. “If you do not give this to him, all of Isulia will perish.”

“Perish?” Xerath couldn’t believe the words coming from Jebbin but he somehow knew of the king and queen.

No one knew of that except himself and two others, his mind raced, momentarily thinking Kyburn had betrayed him. He had only trusted that information with his friend and the one man who reported it was another he trusted implicitly.

“It was not Kyburn, I assure you,” Jebbin said as if reading his mind. “I know these things because I do. I also know you spoke to Armin before he died and it has haunted you ever since.”

“Tell me how you know!” Xerath shouted.

“Peace,” Jebbin said. “Promise me. Swear it. By Hashem. On your life. On your son’s life.”

Xerath slowly stood, grasped the cloth then took a look at it one more time, “What’s so special about it? How will I know you won’t reveal my secrets once I fulfill your…” he paused. “favors?”

“No one will. As long as you promise me one more thing.” Jebbin said. “You will let these events unfold. Not only will you let them come to pass, but you also will not try to prevent it from happening. You will not try to prevent anything. If you marry Cara, you will be taking an incredible burden upon your shoulders.”

“I-I…” Xerath gazed at him.

Something in his eyes flared. A seriousness. A calmness. And something inside Xerath spoke to him. A voice reassuring him.

“I swear it.” Xerath frowned. “I think you are mad, but if we marry, I swear it.”

Jebbin stared at him with a warm smile, “I know you will keep your word. For that, you have my blessing.”

“Thirteen years?” Xerath repeated. “What great evil? Why can’t you tell me?”

“It is not my place to give you the answers,” Jebbin said simply. “The questions you have will be answered, but I will not be the one to give them to you. However, what you found in Riqun...” Jebbin trailed off. “You must send him. For he is the key to their awakening.”

Again, Xerath stared at the man dumbfounded. "How could he possibly know of the ruin in Riqun? Most Kligirian’s didn’t even know of its existence."

“I… you are a strange man. I don’t know if I fully believe you, but... something tells me I can.” Xerath gave up trying to guess who this man really was. “What you said, will it really come true?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Jebbin sighed. “You must choose to trust me and deliver that to him or Isulia will perish.” he pointed to the cloth in his hands.

“Knowing all that.” Xerath bit his lip. “Why would I subject myself to such a life? I already don’t want the burden. Marrying Cara sounds as if it will make it ten times worse.”

Jebbin smiled wryly at him. “It will be a burden but you must. For your people’s sake. For Cara’s sake. For Isulia’s sake.”

“You don’t know me. And I don’t even know her.” Xerath chuckled in spite of himself. “What makes you think I even care?”

“But I do know you, Xerath,” Jebbin said knowingly. “You don’t shy away from the hard choices. You and Kyburn already share a secret from the world. One which gives me faith in you.”

Xerath assumed there were many meanings to those words. Reasons he didn’t understand. The doubt crept in, on any other occasion, any other time, Xerath would’ve dismissed the whole thing as superstition and insanity but something inside him, again, spoke to him.

He didn’t understand, but the feeling inside grew. “Very well, Jebbin.”

PART 4

Cara grumbled to herself, annoyed with the Prince of Xer and Jebbin for being late. She had to be informed by her handmaid that they were in a private meeting without her, which made her fume. Making her wait for nearly an hour made her moody and frustrated with the men. This was supposed to be their first meeting and yet, Jebbin had to have his way.

She had insisted she speak to him first, but alas, Jebbin tricked her. She knew he was looking out for her but this just annoyed her. Cara was perfectly capable of deciding the character of people, Xerath was no exception. Her frustration with her newly appointed Regent couldn’t be spoken in words as she approached the door to which they were meeting.

Four guards and a tall man with jet black hair paced outside. The pacing man looked to be Xerian as she didn’t recognize him. He froze upon seeing her, then raised an eyebrow followed by a smirk.

“You must be Cara,” he said. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess.”

“Th-thank you.” Cara stopped. “And you are?”

He stood several heads taller than her and she had to look up at him which made her uncomfortable. She could tell that he noticed her annoyance.

“Ah, forgive me.” he bowed. “I am Kyburn. Xerath’s... “ he paused. “General… sort of.”

“You’re young to be a general,” Cara commented. “You must be extremely talented to hold such a title.”

“Well… I’m not officially a general.” Kyburn admitted. “I’m not sure what title I go by. I am Xerath’s right-hand man, friend, guard, etc.”

“I see.” Cara smiled. “You fought with him in the war then?”

“I did indeed, princess.” Kyburn nodded, pausing for a moment, thinking. “May I give my condolences. I was sorry to hear of your parents' deaths. Such a tragedy.”

“Yes,” Cara said blankly. “Tragedy.”

“They are inside.” he pointed at the door, changing the subject. “Something about being worthy of you.” his blue eyes twinkled at her.

He was obviously amused by her reaction but she ignored his gaze.

“Huh.” Cara breathed loudly through her nostrils. “I’m quite capable of deciding that for myself.”

“I’m sure you are.” Kyburn smiled as she pushed her way into the room.

“Very well, Jebbin.” the prince said as she interred.

“Princess.” Jebbin stood and bowed his head.

Xerath stood an instant later and gazed at her intently and smiled. His strong features stood out, with his angular jawline, his perfect nose, and his beautiful brown eyes pierced her. It made her uncomfortable to stare back at him, so she averted her eyes and stared at Jebbin instead, ignoring Xerath.

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked.

“We were-” Xerath started.

“I asked him here and deceived you.” Jebbin interrupted, taking the blame. “I wished to speak to him in person before you two met.”

“You asked me to wait in the throne room, where I have been waiting an hour,” Cara said angrily. “I am not a little girl anymore, Jebbin, and quite frankly I am offended that you are treating me as such. And in front of our guests no less.”

“Forgive me, Princess.” Jebbin nodded his head.

“What were you two speaking of that you excluded both Kyburn and myself?” Cara asked curiously. “Your behavior is extremely rude and doesn’t start us off on the right foot. It also sounds as if you’ve come to some sort of agreement with each other. I’ll have you know that I will not abide by any agreement that I am unaware of.”

“I shall leave you two alone then,” Jebbin mumbled, leaving Xerath to his fate with the upset Cara.

“Uh.” Xerath frowned as the older man left. Kyburn shrugged as the door closed.

“Please sit,” Cara said forcefully without pause.

“Thank you,” he said with uncertainty. “It is nice to finally meet you, Princess. And I must say, you aren’t what I was expecting at all.”

“So far, it hasn’t been pleasant for me.” Cara countered, her nose flaring. “What were you discussing with the Regent?”

He smirked at her irritation, which she noticed and made her more upset but she held it down. Unwilling to show him any more annoyance, she kept a calm cool head, trying to undermine his cockiness.

“You are quite stunning,” Xerath said suddenly. “I hope you will forgive me but I had no idea Jebbin would do this. He… wanted to keep you safe,” he said unconfidently. “I’m sure you will appreciate his protection at a later date. He cares for you and wants you to be happy.”

The compliment took her off guard and she nearly blushed but remembered she was still angry with him and Jebbin. Keeping her emotions under control, Cara squinted her eyes at him, trying to guess what he was truly thinking.

“Your violet eyes are majestic.” he continued to catch her off guard. “I’ve only heard rumors of your beauty but seeing you in person as me… baffled.”

“How so?” Cara took the bait, wondering where he was going with it. “Your flattery won’t help you.” She lied.

“Ah, well then let me leave you with this.” Xerath leaned forward. “Before reading the letter Jebbin sent us, I came here fully prepared to reject the proposal of marriage. I have little desire to marry, especially one so young as you, but… I am not completely opposed to it if you aren’t.”

“Well, I didn’t want to either.” Cara fumed, taken aback by his admittance.

The guile on him made her sneer in disgust, his cockiness was overwhelming, which made her want to puke. She instantly regretted ever pushing for the arranged marriage, she felt sick in his presence. She would never marry a man like this, even if it was for the benefit of the kingdom and her brother.

“You have me at a disadvantage.” Cara bit her lip. “Whatever Jebbin told you, it was more than likely untrue. He does not see eye to eye with me. As much as I detest an arranged marriage, I know that both our kingdoms would benefit from our coupling. I’m sure he made you feel unworthy of me and that perhaps I would be too much for you.”

Xerath smirked at that but stayed silent, listening carefully.

“But I assure you, I am quite decent. I may not be the brightest nor the most beautiful, but I wouldn’t hinder you in any way. That I will promise.” Cara didn’t know why but she was trying to sell Xerath to the idea of them marrying.

She cursed under her breath. Jebbin had already ruined everything. Now she felt completely out of sorts. On defense rather than offense.

“What I mean is.” Cara took a deep breath. “I am not a little girl. I am young, yes, but I am capable and useful. My parents always underestimated me. I have watched and learned how the world works. First hand, I’ve dealt with issues that no normal person has. I imagine you don’t like the idea of ruling Xer alone, without a woman by your side. I...” she hesitated. “Could be that woman.”

Xerath shrugged, giving little indication to his thoughts. Inwardly she was frustrated by his lack of response. She couldn’t read him like this. Cara needed to turn the tables on him.

“If you do not like a headstrong woman, then you would hate me in the long run,” Cara admitted. “But if you desire a partnership rather than a wife that does your every bidding, then I could be your queen. I would provide a structure for you to rule on. I could help you. Help you strengthen both our kingdoms.”

She bit her lip again. “What do you say? Will you still decline the proposal?”

Xerath tilted his head and fingered his cheek methodically, taking great care before speaking. He never once broke their gaze. He had listened to her fully, which was a good sign.

“I must admit.” Xerath cleared his throat. “I also would desire a partnership such as that. A wife who aids me, rather than poke around into men’s business and gossip. If you truly wish for a marriage such as that, then, yes. I am open to it.”

“I assure you.” Cara raised an eyebrow. “I am not one to gossip nor ‘poke’ as you say.”

He chuckled at that, “Good.” he gave her a genuine smile.

“You don’t seem like a defenseless little girl. Nor completely reliant on those around you. I believe you have proven many people wrong.” Xerath continued. “You seem far more capable than the stories would have people believe.”

“What stories?” she couldn’t resist asking. “What do they say about me in Xer?”

“Oh. Silly ones.” Xerath shifted his hands. “Nothing of importance. All untrue of course.”

He caught her interest and her disdain for him slowly dissipated. “I have done things that would shock you. I will protect this kingdom if it kills me. All that matters to me is my brother and the people of Vulkira.”

“As it should.” Xerath shrugged. “You don’t seem helpless to me. And I believe you when you say you will die for your people. As would I. But if you are to be my wife, then you would be the queen of Xer, not Vulkira.” he pointed out. “I trust you understand my meaning.”

“I do.” Cara fidgeted her fingers under the table so he couldn’t see. “But a part of me will always be Vulkirian. I hope you will understand that.”

“Of course,” Xerath said. “But what if our nations became enemies? What then? Would you fight with me, or against me?”

“That would be entirely on who was opposing you,” Cara admitted.

“If it were Jebbin, or Hashem forbid…” Xerath stared at her intently. “Your brother.”

“I think you know the answer to that.” Cara frowned. “But I also know that my brother would never start a war unprovoked if we became enemies in the future.”

“Believe it or not, Princess.” Xerath also frowned. “I care about my people. I care for those I serve. Like you, I desire peace.”

“You have a poor way of showing it. Your record tells me otherwise. I find it hard to believe you care for the common folk. Especially those you enlist into your armies.” Cara jabbed quickly and immediately regretted it.

She saw the dark look that washed over Xerath’s face. His eyes glinted in a frown.

Xerath froze, gazing at her, the lips of his mouth twitched. “With all due respect, Princess, you have no idea what kind of man I am. I too have done things that would shock you.” his anger showed. “You would never understand, locked away in this castle. Protected and safe from danger. Don’t insult me.” Xerath spat. “You dare judge me? It was my father’s armies that protected you from Kligira when they were on your doorstep.”

“It was I who led them. It was I and countless others who protected you when you could not protect yourselves. And you dare lecture me.” Xerath shook his head in disgust. “You have no idea. I sacrificed three years of my life for this damned war. A war in which I was dragged into to protect your sorry hides.”

She winced from his anger. She had struck a chord. A cord in which she promised Jebbin she would be sensitive too. Cocky or not, Xerath had come home from war. It made her more cautious from then on.

She realized he felt the same way she did. He was haunted by the killing and she by the murder of her parents. Cara kept quiet as he spoke, listening to his every word. If she were to demand respect, then she would first have to show him respect.

“Perhaps you are too young to be my bride.” Xerath shot back. “You don’t know the challenges of war. You don’t understand the horrors I have faced. Don’t pretend to know me, Princess.”

She winced again. Not because of what he said but because of the meaning it brought. She knew who had caused the war. If he knew it was all for nothing, it would be devastating. Cara reinforced her need to be sympathetic toward the prince.

Cara thought for a long moment, looking for common ground. She berated herself for speaking so rashly. It seemed they both had seen things they wished they could forget. She guessed he had been through far worse things. He had endured much and for a war that was ultimately pointless. One which her parents had orchestrated, deceiving thousands.

“I’m sorry,” Cara whispered. “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know what war is like,” she admitted, her voice low and steady. “But I do know horrors. I don’t wish to argue with you. You’re right. I don’t know you.”

Xerath looked at her, his eyes softened but he still looked upset.

“My parents did not die from an illness,” Cara said bluntly. “They were murdered by an assassin. And I was there to witness it.” She half lied. “I watched the life drain from my father. And I watched as my mother was brutally murdered.”

“I lost a dear friend that night.” Cara continued. “One who was close to me. He protected me, but in doing so, it cost him his life.”

Xerath’s face softened further, his whole mood changed upon seeing her opening up to him. Her vulnerability changed him instantly. His eyes widened from the news but said nothing. She had to lie about her parents, but she wanted to come up with a lie close to the truth, as no one could ever know what truly happened. She hated lying, it made her feel dirty and sick inside but lies were necessary.

“Very few know this,” she said. “Only a select few know they were assassinated. The public believes they died of an illness though rumors spread they were poisoned. It doesn’t matter in the end what they think. The only thing they need to know is that they are dead.”

“I am sorry,” Xerath said softly. “Losing family is hard enough but to lose them in that way…” he paused. “It must truly be difficult for you and your brother. Does he know?”

“He doesn’t,” Cara admitted. “Erik still believes they fell sick and died.”

“I see. Did you catch those responsible?” Xerath asked.

“Regrettably, no,” she said.

“Then may I offer my assistance. I have men who specialize in tracking assassins such as these. There is always a trail to follow.” Xerath offered.

“That won’t be necessary.” Cara frowned. “It has been too long already, they have already disappeared.”

She wondered why she hadn’t just said the assassins had been caught. It would’ve avoided additional questions.

“Your friend, who protected you.” Xerath pursed his lips. “Were you two…” he trailed off.

“Lovers?” Cara chuckled despite the question. “No. But we were… close if that’s what you’re asking.”

The room fell silent. Both Cara and Xerath shifted in place, unsure what to say now.

“I too am sorry. F-for my outburst earlier. I shouldn’t have lost my temper.” Xerath averted his gaze.

“It’s quite alright. I understand.” Cara waved her hand. “I too spoke harshly of you. It’s clear we underestimate each other. Perhaps that is something we can work on...” she drew his stare again. “Together.”

The fact that he admitted he was wrong and apologized made Cara like him. Flawed, but able to admit uncomfortable things. She couldn’t help but analyze each word.

“We really don’t know anything about each other, do we?” Cara smiled.

“Ha.” Xerath chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind remedying that.” he gazed intently into her eyes.

His brown eyes were intoxicating, along with his beautiful black wavy hair and his handsome face. His perfectly squared jaw and nose demand her attention. He had an air of cockiness but at the same time, she could see humility in his eyes. Her heart fluttered and she struggled to maintain a cool head.

“You are stunningly beautiful, Princess.” Xerath complimented again. “Your purple eyes are quite strange, however. Did you get them from your mother or father?”

Xerath couldn’t know the sting it caused asking that question but she didn’t let it show, “My eyes are my own. A defect perhaps. They are strange I must admit.” she said shyly.

“I meant that as a compliment.” Xerath clarified. “They are unique. You have lovely eyes.”

“Thank you.” she paused, unsure how to take the flurry of compliments. “I appreciate the flattery but I am not one to be wooed by such things. For now, I wish to keep our meeting strictly business.”

“Business?” Xerath tilted his head. “How so?”

“Vulkira is rich in minerals and opening trade routes to Xer will boost your economy and strengthen your hold of both nations.” Cara started. “As your queen, I would provide shortcuts into my country that would otherwise be impossible to you. Xer will have their ore and gold and… you will have me,” she said that last part with a hint of bitterness.

“What’s in it for you?” Xerath asked, looking as if he knew already but curious as to how she would answer. “You don’t seem to like the idea of marrying me, so why are you really pushing for this alliance?”

He seemed to be teasing her but at the same time, she guessed he genuinely wanted an answer. However handsome he was, she wanted to be her own woman, unbound to any man.

“Being perfectly honest, I don’t. But I love my brother and I love my country. Our marriage would secure my brother’s kingship and provide Vulkira with safety from others, such as Tykin. And we both know how much they covet our resources.”

Cara continued to gaze at him from across the table, refusing to avert her eyes. He seemed to be testing her in some way, which frustrated her because he was still playing games.

“I don’t see you jumping for joy either. You said yourself you intended to reject our marriage so why haven’t you?” she put the question onto him.

He gave a faint smile then leaned back, “As I said before, you are young.” he started. “You may be capable, but if I am to marry, I want a wife that has the set of skills, knowledge, and experience to rule with me,” he said that last part with emphasis. “And before today I hadn’t the slightest idea what you looked like or knew your personality.”

“And you think you know my personality now?” Cara asked, sighing.

“No.” Xerath surprised her. “But I would like to get to know you. You aren’t like any woman I’ve ever met.”

This time, Cara blushed, her cheeks turning red and she berated herself for losing control of her emotions. She didn’t know what to say now, he hadn’t said yes or no.

“When I arrived, I intended to postpone our engagement,” Xerath said again. “I like you. I really do,” he admitted, which made her blush even more. “But I want to wait till you're a bit older. No offense.”

“I can’t say that doesn’t offend me, but I understand.” Cara bit her lip. “Am I not appealing to you?”

“Heavens no.” Xerath chuckled.

“Oh.” Cara frowned and looked away in embarrassment.

“Sorry.” Xerath lurched forward. “I mean you do. You are beautiful. I thought I made that perfectly clear already. I just meant that it doesn’t matter how beautiful you are.”

“What?” Cara opened her mouth in confusion.

Xerath groaned audibly. Cara assumed he was saying something wrong. That she was taking his words in a way he didn’t mean but it sounded as if he didn’t like her.

“I-I only meant.” he cleared his throat. “As beautiful as you are, I wouldn’t marry you for your looks. I-I just don’t feel comfortable marrying someone so young. Not yet at least. And if I am to treat you with the utmost respect, which I intended to do with or without Jebbin’s demands, I would like to postpone any wedding.”

“Jebbin did what!” she jerked up in her chair. “What did he say to you?” she demanded.

Xerath merely smiled and cocked his head in laughter, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Saying Jebbin is a strange man would be a great understatement. I'll give him that and he cares for you deeply. Very protective, that one. You are blessed to have him by your side.”

“Yes,” Cara mumbled in surprise at the response. “But tell me what he told you. He didn’t embarrass me did he?”

“No. Nothing of the sort.” Xerath stood, meeting her gaze. “I’m honor-bound not to tell you though.” he scratched his head, knowing her frustration. “I don’t understand everything he said anyway. He was very...” he pursed his lips. “Confusing.”

Cara breathed heavily from her nose, wanting to scream at Jebbin and to run away. Embarrassment took over and she sat back down, blushing.

“Please don’t be embarrassed.” Xerath reached a hand to her. “I promise it was…” he paused. “Strictly… business. He wanted to make sure you’d be safe with me.”

“And will I?” Cara challenged. “Will I be safe with you?”

Xerath cleared his throat again and shifted. “You don’t know me. So whatever I say you may not trust at this particular moment, but yes. You would be. I would never intentionally harm you. And as my queen, if things do proceed, I would love you. Always.”

Cara blushed uncontrollably, which made him smile broadly. Inwardly she wondered if he meant those words. If he could actually keep that promise.

“So what do you say, princess?” Xerath cocked his head. “Will you marry me?” his brown deep eyes seemed to sweep her off her feet.

“We…” she paused, unsure what to do. “I didn’t think you’d ask me like this. Or even ask at all.” Cara admitted. “You are quite charming, I must admit, but I’ll have to think about it.”

“You mean you haven’t thought about it already?” Xerath chuckled. “You tend to think about matters such as these when you ask for a meeting involving marriage,” he teased.

Cara couldn’t help but smile broadly, then joined in his humor and laughed at herself. “I’m not perfect. You’ll come to realize that soon.”

“No one is perfect.” Xerath pursed his lips. “But you are close to something that resembles perfection.”

“Please.” Cara rolled her eyes but inwardly grinned over his words. “Take this seriously.”

“Alright. Alright.” Xerath chuckled, then his face straightened. “How would you like to proceed then?” for the first time, Cara saw Xerath blush.

It was his turn for his cheeks to turn red and he tried to hide it, unsuccessfully.

The whole situation was odd and unfamiliar to her. This man was like no other, he was kind when he needed to be, stubborn and strong, but unafraid to be talked back to by a woman. Most men would ignore her words and dismiss her entirely, even as the princess she carried little weight. She relied on Jebbin to be her voice and to carry out her decisions but Xerath treated her with respect and as a person of his equal.

Her heart skipped a few beats, then her palms started to sweat, her mind racing. “What have I done?” she thought. “Was it that easy?”

“I am willing to see where our relationship takes us,” Cara said softly with a smile. “But taking it slow would make me more comfortable with the situation. If you’d like, I can arrange to have you stay in Vlakias longer. Give us a chance to spend time together. We could go riding, show you the land.”

Xerath blinked at her in surprise but managed to keep a smile on his face. “I would like that but I’m afraid I can’t stay for long.”

“Your father?” Cara guessed.

“Yes. He will be pleased that we have agreed to pursue each though.” Xerath said. “You could always come to visit Xerixes. I would be close to my father and that would give us time together,” he suggested. “Also, perhaps meet my mother and father.”

Cara bit her lip, uncomfortable with the idea but she couldn’t think of a reason not to. She knew Elzzor through his letters and the few times he came to Vlakias to meet with her father. She had never spoken to him personally but she wasn’t keen on meeting him. Xerath’s mother, however, was intriguing.

“Alright.” Cara brushed a hand through her dark hair. “That would be acceptable.” She cleared her throat.

“Wonderful.” Xerath grinned.

“How long do you plan to stay here?” Cara asked, hoping it was at least a week.

“I would like to stay at least two days here. Perhaps three.” Xerath shrugged. “If that is acceptable to you of course.”

“It is.” Cara blushed. “If you are to stay, then I require your time and attention. We must make the most of your stay. I have much I would like to show you. Vulkira is a beautiful place.”

“Indeed.” Xerath gazed into her eyes once more. “Indeed it is.”