While the shah knew how to entertain, he also knew how to get straight to business. The day after the celebration, the negotiations started. Continue reading
Shiraz was nothing like the dark gray Elista. Shiraz was beautiful tans, yellows, and white limestone. The city was filled with elegant designs, marble sculptures, and elaborate architecture. Cyra drank in the sight of her home while Soray happily chatted away to Vitalis about the city. Continue reading
Enough was enough. Cyra was done with being ignored by Ano and confused by Vitalis. She was going to get some answers one way or another.
Cyra laid down after she’d been relieved of her watch. She checked to make sure Mihrab was asleep. She gripped her necklace, whispering the incantation. Continue reading
“Careful, shahdokht!” Cyra leapt off her horse, snatching Soray’s reins. Cyra pulled Soray’s horse down before it could rear up.
“What’s wrong?” Soray asked, struggling to stay balanced. Her eyes darted around, trying to find the source of Cyra’s reaction. Continue reading
“Now that we don’t have to worry about anyone panicking and losing their heads, what happened?” Queen Regan ordered from her throne. Her son stood at her side; he was still rather shaken and paler than normal. Helmuth stood guard over them. Continue reading