Embarking On A Journey

"The real objective was misdirection," Donovan said, his voice measured but firm. "He wanted us to believe the king was his target, the throne. But that was a mere illusion. He knew we were coming to the North, so his true aim must lay elsewhere– someone, rather than something."

His fingers brushed against his throat, an unconscious gesture, as if recalling the sensation of those unseen chains constricting him.

The memory of the true bearer's power still lingered in his mind, a force both intangible and inescapable, yet it didn't even look as though he was putting in any effort. If the true bearer was right, if he is the one sustaining his life, then he also held the power to take it at will.

And yet, he hadn't.

That alone was a message in itself. But why? That was the only thing Donovan feared, because his life was tethered to Esme as well. If anything were to happen to him, she would be affected in more ways than one.