Chapter 4

As Kelwyn looked at Harun he felt a strange mix of emotions swirl through him. The thought of stepping into a world where one might speak casually with the Eternal Queen was both exciting and terrifying. Yet as he looked at Harun’s warm emerald eyes and smiling face, Kelwyn found himself unable to do anything other than take his hand, and his offer for a very different sort of life with it. “I guess I’ll give it a try.”2

The sky over the Queen’s Tower was overcast, promising rain. Kelwyn looked up at it with a faint frown.

“Think you can get there and back without getting wet?” said Harun, standing beside him on the balcony. He looked just as he always did, which was to say too good to be true. He currently had his fiery mane of hair pulled back in a ponytail, tied with a jade green ribbon. He was on duty, so he wore a coat of scale mail with a surcoat in the royal gold and blue over it. His hand-and-a-half bastard sword, a weapon that Kelwyn could barely lift, rode at his hip.