Chapter 173: Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind
Yuraon lifted his head and fixed his bright blue eyes on the clear sky above him. Spring had already arrived in Davoor, and the weather was growing warmer and sunnier with each passing day. The air was filled with the refreshing aroma of awakening flora, and the loud, melodic singing of birds could be heard from every corner of the kingdom.
The spring awakening of nature got the young man thinking about the North. While the rest of the continent continued to experience seasons without fail, each time of the year bringing its own allure to the surroundings, the North remained forever frozen, veiled by the cold breath of the sleeping snow dragon.
Thinking about dragons led Yuraon’s thoughts to Duchess Aideen Valentine.
Ever since he found out that her powers were sealed, he continued to exchange letters with Duke Tillian. The man’s every letter was filled with genuine concern for his wife’s well-being. The lady’s condition did not seem to be improving, and he felt incredibly saddened by the tragedy that had befallen her.
"Now that Lady Aideen cannot wield her magic, it means Tillian’s plans for revenge will have to be postponed indefinitely," the young king mused inwardly. "Now, his utmost priority has to be his wife’s health. He has to focus on taking care of her, helping her recover from the loss of powers, while also looking for a way to keep her safe if he still decides to attack the royal army in the future."
Letting out a long, slightly irritated sigh, Yuraon brushed his fingers through his long, dark blue hair and closed his eyes, absorbing the warmth of the sun still high up in the sky as thoughts continued to occupy his restless mind.
"Perhaps it would be better to send her to Utar and let her stay there, with her family? Perhaps King Zelon would still accept his granddaughter back even before Tillian gives him what he promised... Surely, he wouldn’t reject the only granddaughter he has, right?" Yuraon pondered silently.
Opening his eyes again, the young man released another long sigh and murmured, the fresh gust of the spring wind carrying his words away the moment they escaped his lips.
"Everything has become so complicated..."
As he adjusted his upper body slightly to assume a more comfortable position, Yuraon heard a slight rustling sound coming from the inner pocket of his unbuttoned vest.
"Speaking of complicated things..."
He then retrieved a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it on his lap, leaning over to shield the white surface from the blinding reflection of the sun.