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"He knows many things,” she said. "He is King of Korakar. His lands take up most of Morrath and it is said he has more strength than any of the Darkway kings."

"He is a Rathmor?”

I tried to hide my surprise.

"Your husband’s uncle, I believe. Apparently the old king was jealous and paranoid and used magic to trap Axar here forever." She glanced around as though checking for listeners. "Between you and me, I don't believe that. I think he simply wants people to believe he cannot leave. He is powerful. Stronger than Sevrin in my opinion." A shrug. "But who knows."

She adjusted the cloth at my shoulder. "He went to the Witchward to find out if you lived or died."

I frowned. "Why would that matter to him?"

"I think all Rathmor matters are of importance to him." She folded her hands. "He should return soon. When he does he will likely take control of the castle."

I did not know if Axar was good or evil. I felt relieved anyway, which probably said everything about how safe I felt around Teorin Rathmor these days.

After a few days Dali reappeared.

"Where is Maridale?"

She gave me a sweet smile. "Sleeping, of course."

Before I could say anything she placed her hand over my chest. The jolt came without warning, electricity and pain moving through me all at once.

"There." She stepped back. "You should heal faster now. It won't cure the poison or let you leave Morrath. But it will let you walk and move about."

I stared at her. "Next time warn me."

She smirked. "I'd rather not. Watching you jump like that was simply too amusing."

She walked out before I could respond.

Five Days

SEVRIN

She comes back the following day with blood.

She sets the decanter on the table beside the bed and sits in the chair and watches him drink it.

He drinks without comment. She turns and leaves.

He does not examine the behavior. A Yorali princess doing servant's work. She likely is spying for her father or desperate for something she wants from him.

He was used to people wanting things. It did not bother him.

He thought of Asharin and wondered what she was doing back at the palace, if she was worried for him, if she even knew what had happened to him.

He thinks of Fiorakis. His heir. Feisty already despite having only been alive for a short time. A small smile plays at his lips.

She had only just been returned to him, his Asharin. And now they were separated again.

I will return to you soon, he thinks to himself, before drifting back into a dreamless sleep.

The day after that Nox comes back again.

"The Bloodhaven," she says.

"No."