“But those diseases wouldn't spread to the plants,” Geris said.
“You can't know that,” I said. “Unless you know everything about this other realm. And, as I said, plants could have come through as well. It's not as if they'd be shrieking about their journey as a human would. Even animals could have come through. A new species could have a catastrophic effect on our world.”
“Fuck,” Rian whispered. Then he shook his head. “Wait, no. The God handled it. When he cleared the forest, he checked the world for anything else out of balance.”
“How long ago did he do this?” I asked.
“Several months ago, nearly a year,” Geris said.
“It's possible something could have been germinating that long. But I don't think so. That's quite a while to hibernate before showing such dramatic signs. It's unlikely to be related.”
Both men sighed in relief.
“Good,” Rian said. “Because the Dragon God has withdrawn to his territory. He is inaccessible.”
“That's not very divine,” I noted.
Rian shook his head. “He has vowed to return yearly to check on us, but it was his presence here that supposedly kept the rift open and brought things through.”
“Ah. So he left to protect Serai,” I said. “Then that's admirable.”
“Indeed,” Geris said. “He cares more for us than—”
“Don't say it,” Rian cut him off. “Regardless it won't be an issue if this isn't a magical problem.”
“I didn't say it wasn't.” I held up a hand to stop them from interrupting. “Based on your investigations and lack of success, I think it's likely to be a natural problem, but I can't be certain. Find a vegetation master and send them to Riscavik to conduct a more thorough investigation. Then we'll have some answers.”
“And where do I find a vegetation master?” Rian asked.
“How should I know?” I huffed. “I'm an inventor, not a gardener. Ask your gardeners.”
Geris snorted.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Don't go,” Rian said.
Lunch was long over, and the three of us were in one of the reception rooms near the entry hall, sipping coffee. Or, in my case, hot chocolate. It had become my addiction in this cold weather.
Rian had sent his steward to speak to the royal gardeners about finding a vegetation master and now, there was nothing more for him to do. Both of us had free time, and we wanted to spend it together. But Geris wouldn't get the hint and leave. And with my refusal to go further into the castle, Rian had no way of escaping him.
“I think I've had about enough of this place,” I said apologetically. “You could come—”
“Enough of the castle?” Geris interrupted. He looked at Rian to say, “What will you do if heisyour mate?”
“We will figure it out together,” Rian said, holding my stare.
“Why don't you like the castle?” Geris focused back on me. “Too ostentatious? Too stuffy? Or isn't it up to your high standards?”
“His reasons are not up for discussion,” Rian said, glancing at Geris. “I respect them. That is enough for you to know.”
Geris stiffened. “The dread will not appreciate a man who disrespects your seat of power.”
Rian abruptly stood and held a hand out to me. “Enjoy your evening, Geris.”
Geris jumped to his feet as I set down my cup and took Rian's hand. “Where are you going, Your Majesty?”
“Out with my lover. I'll see you in the morning.” He helped me up.
