VALDIS: CHAPTER 36

The terror in his eyes was evident, raw, unfiltered fear that seemed to seep into the dimly lit tunnel around them.

He was afraid, and he had every right to be. Another half dead traveler on her path, this was either her lucky day or a grave in waiting.

Sorcerers were believed to be extinct, and if someone were unfortunate enough to cross paths with one, death would often seem like the kinder fate.

Resentful and cruel, the tales said, they despised ordinary folk with a vengeance. Yet, this man was wrong in his assumption. She wasn't a mere sorcerer.

She was an Alcon. Calling her a sorcerer was an insult, a belittlement of her station and abilities.

Even so, Valdis answered him, though only because she couldn't behead him on the spot.

That privilege had been stripped from her when she ceased to be a princess. Her voice was calm and detached, but laced with just enough irritation to make him flinch.