Chapter 245: Royal Bloodline
In the room beside the one Ronan and the others were currently in, Arawn sat beside Evanna on the bed. He watched her doze peacefully as his mind spun with thoughts. They were in Lyvaria now, and though the journey was perilous, still, as they continued to the palace, there were more obstacles to overcome.
Arawn had only visited a few times, and it was always full of twisted dances and blood, always spilt. He still fought with the idea of taking his sweet Evanna directly to a palace where it reeked of sin. But this was the final journey. For the gem.
The gem that King Nuvian and Queen Iolena would not hand over unless a deal was struck. Arawn did not know how much they knew about it. Did this Cilv woman tell them everything?
"Hmm.." Evanna turned to her side. She’d used a lot of energy in the process of healing Ronan. Arawn had felt it surge, the power almost palpable on his skin.
"*Is it wise to take her to the king and queen?*"
Arawn glanced at the night fae who slipped into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Aware of how little he still trusted her, Fiza leaned against the door, her eerie star-like eyes flicking to Evanna.
"*We have no choice. I’d go by myself, but there isn’t much to offer to the Lyvarians.*" Nothing they would be interested in.
"*Whatever you are after, it won’t be granted easily. Whether Evanna is their grandchild or not. What is your plan exactly?*" Fiza tilted her head to the side, eyes scrutinising him.
Arawn could see the cogs turning behind her eyes. "*Do you really think I will tell you? Spymaster,*" Arawn said icily, glaring back at the fae.
His tone did not faze her. Not like it did most people. But Fiza was older, and to be a spymaster, she would have many enemies and many threats thrown at her. That was something Arawn did admire about the night fae.
It wasn’t easy to be a spymaster and one that had lived for so long.