โGOOD GOD,โ DEEN BREATHED.
โIs he dead?โ asked Miss Huda, peering at the king out of the corner of her eye, as if she were afraid to look at him.
Omid ventured a bit closer, leaning down to inspect the cretinโs face. โI donโt know,โ he said softly.
โAnd what of Alizeh?โ Miss Huda said with a cry. At the sound of her name, Kamran experienced a familiar shock of pain.
โWhatโs happened to her?โ the girl went on. โWhere do you think sheโs gone? That madman probably shipped her off to a dungeon somewhere โโ
โThat seems unlikely.โ Hazan was stone-faced. โThe dragon was heading west.โ
โA-And?โ Miss Huda faltered. โAre there no dungeons in the west?โ โDonโt worry, miss,โ said Omid reassuringly. โItโll be all right. Iโm sure
weโll find her. Iโm not sure how, exactlyโ โ he dimmed โ โif the king is dead. Heโs probably the only one who knows where she went.โ
Deen dragged both hands down his face. โDo you really think heโs
dead? I feel terrible for the poor girl, but perhaps we should we run for our lives? Surely weโll be executed for this?โ
โExecuted?โ Omid turned to the prince, his eyes wide with fear. โSire?โ
They all turned to face him, and finally, Kamran spoke. โIt wonโt come to that,โ he said irritably.
โCan you be sure, sire?โ Deen again. โBecause historically โโ โOh!โ the boy exclaimed. โOh, I think heโs breathing!โ
Deen went slack. โThank heavens.โ
โIt does seem curious,โ Miss Huda mused, โthat, despite the many faces pressed to the window, not a soul has stepped outside. I think if we were going to be tossed in the dungeons it mightโve happened already.โ
Hazan was studying the palace windows, the many wide eyes peering down at them. โYes, very curious,โ he said quietly. โWhere on earth is the royal guard to defend their king?โ
He walked over to Cyrusโs fallen body, crouching to get a better look.
After a moment, he said gravely: โHeโs certainly not dead, though his health has deteriorated with astonishing speed โ which is strange, as his wounds arenโt terribly severe. His leg has stopped bleeding and the damage to his hand, while grotesque, is not enough to kill him. I canโt imagine why heโs lost consciousness.โ
โMaybe he fainted,โ offered Omid.
โI doubt that,โ Kamran said darkly. โHe doesnโt seem the type to lose his head over a little mutilation.โ
โBlood loss, perhaps?โ suggested Deen.
Hazan, who was still inspecting Cyrus, said, โNot quite enough blood lost, I would say. Though itโs certainly possible.โ
โDid you see the way he used magic?โ asked Miss Huda, who was stepping cautiously closer to the king. โThe way he made some of those
arrows justโฆ disappear?โ A pause, while her brow furrowed. โSpeaking of which: Has anyone else noticed that he seems to be rather frighteningly
magical? How do you think heโs able to cast spells so easily?โ
โThe devil,โ said Kamran. โNo doubt he and Iblees are fast friends. Iโm sure his power is a consequence of selling his soul to darkness.โ
โIf thatโs trueโ โ her frown deepened โ โI wonder why he didnโt use magic to spare himself of this moment now. Heโs in a horribly vulnerable position. Just think: anyone at all might come along andโ โ she made a
dramatic slicing motion with one hand โ โchop off his head.โ
Omid giggled at that, and she giggled back, as if it were entirely the
etiquette to be making jokes at such a moment. Kamran turned away from the infantile pair, grimacing against the sharp blade of a fresh headache.
โItโs possible he was dealt a blow to the head in the descent,โ Hazan said quietly. โIf heโs suffering from an internal injury heโll need assistance at once. His situation is growing more uncertain by the moment.โ
โShall we let him die naturally, then?โ More from the excruciating Miss Huda. โOr do you still intend to kill him?โ This she asked as she whipped around to look at Kamran. Three other sets of eyes turned in his direction.
โDonโt you dare,โ came Hazanโs low warning. Kamran shot his old friend a hateful look.
The insipid king had fallen to the ground at his feet almost as if he were offering himself up to be killed. How easy it wouldโve been to drive a dagger through his throat; indeed Kamran shouldโve been thrilled โ and yet he was nothing less than furious. He wanted the blackguard to get up and fight; what satisfaction could there be in impaling a corpse? Then again, the entire morning had been a tragic disappointment. First, Simorgh had abandoned them almost immediately after alighting; then, Alizeh had been discovered unconscious. Kamran had only just digested the revelation that she hadnโt betrayed him when Cyrus came into view, and it had been the perfect opportunity. Heโd been inches from victory. Inches from exacting
revenge upon the person responsible for the nightmare his life had recently become.
That Alizeh had tried to save the blighted king was hard enough to understand โ but that Kamran had shotย herย instead โ
For a terrible moment he thought heโd killed her. It wouldโve been a tragedy โ he knew that, knew it in his soul โ but he was nursing a quiet anger toward her, too. Anger that sheโd intruded upon a private matter, anger that sheโd taken the side of his oppressor, anger that sheโd foiled his plans. To make matters worse, sheโd now complicated things horribly: she was injured and missing, and would require a second rescue. Lord knew what Cyrus had done to her, sending her off on the back of yet another blasted dragon to some godforsaken place.
โWhy shouldnโt I kill him?โ said the prince ominously.
โThe simple answer,โ said Hazan, โis that Alizeh begged you not to.โ
Kamranโs expression grew only stormier. โIs that all? You think I shouldโve let him live simply because she wanted me to?โ
โIs that not enough? You did as you pleased and nearly killed her in the process โโ
โA terrible accident!โ
โAnd where is your remorse?โ Hazan demanded. โWhy do you express no concern for her well-being โ why do you remain preoccupied only with your own disappointments, when we came here with the express purpose of saving her โโ
โI came here with one purpose.โ Kamran cut him off, his eyes flashing. โAnd that was to avenge my grandfather.โ
Hazan fell silent a moment. โEven now?โ he said. โEven after discovering your grandfather was wrong about her? Can you not relinquish your anger long enough to realize that Alizeh needs our help โโ
Kamran flinched. โStop saying her name!โ
โMy humble opinion?โ Deen cleared his throat and lifted a finger. โYou might consider killing the king now, Your Highness. It does seem a good opportunity. You could finish up, and we could fly straight home.โ He picked up a fallen arrow and offered it to Kamran as if he needed it โ as if he didnโt have any number of weapons concealed on his body. โIf we move quickly, we might even be back in time for supper.โ
โBut Simorgh and her children are gone,โ said Miss Huda. โAnd I suppose we havenโt any way of knowing whether theyโll return โโ
โAlizeh did not betray you!โ Hazan insisted, ignoring all this. โShe was wrongly accused by both your grandfather and yourself. You had proof of
this today and still you persist in this attitude. Our focus now should be finding her โ saving her โ not wallowing in personal vendettas. How can you not see the damage youโre doing?โ He shook his head. โYour thirst for revenge has blinded you, Kamran.โ
The prince clenched his jaw, darkness settling inside him. โIย amย sorry
she was injured. Iโm sorrier to have been the one to cause her harm. But she had no business interfering, and Iโm no longer certain she needs saving.โ
โShe was just carried off on the back of a dragon!โ
โShe chose to protect him!โ Kamran shot back. โShe took an arrow in the back for the bastard who nearly killed me! Perhaps you can imagine why Iโm struggling to feel sympathy.โ
โI trust that she had good reason for acting as she did.โ โAnd your blind faith is going to get you killed.โ
โWatch yourself.โ Hazanโs eyes had gone flinty. โYou speak of her as if sheโs some capricious girl, and not the prophesied savior of my people. If
she didnโt want you to kill him, Iโm certain she had justification. She felt so
strongly that she pleaded with you โ she physically turned down your bow and still you defied her wishes โโ
โHerย wishes?โ Kamran all but exploded. โAnd what of mine? What of my dead grandfather, my dead Diviners, my broken empire, my disfigured face โโ
โOh, itโs really not that bad, sire,โ Deen assured him. โTruly, Iโve seen quite a number of disfigurations, and yours โโ
โ โ doesnโt diminish your beauty at all,โ finished Miss Huda, nodding eagerly. โIn fact, I think it suits you nicely โโ
โWellย Iย think he looks ugly,โ Omid countered. โAnd I donโt think itโs good to lie to him โโ
โAre you raving idiots incapable of shutting your mouths for a single, bloody second?โ Kamran cried, his chest heaving with fury.
Both he and Hazan turned to look upon their audience, all members chastened save Miss Huda, who was staring slack-jawed at Kamran with a disappointment so severe it bore a resemblance to heartbreak.
She didnโt move except to blink her devastated eyes at him, and in the proceeding silence Kamran realized she was waiting for an apology โ an expectation so absurd it cemented in his mind the unnerving fear that the young miss was, in fact, delusional. He witnessed the moment her light went out โ naive hope extinguished โ before she finally spoke.
โCome along, Omid,โ she said tightly, taking the boy by the hand. โIโm beginning to realize that princes arenโt nearly as charming as Iโd been led to believe.โ Then, more quietly: โThis one, in particular, has fallen well beneath my expectations โ which I fear were great, indeed.โ
Kamran reeled at that, his chest heating once more with indignation. He was clearly in the throes of a wretchedness that encompassed his very soul โ and this ridiculous girl had the audacity to focus only on her own feelings, and the temerity to accuse him of incivility? If only she knew the number of times honor alone had kept him from acknowledging aloud the many
indignities of her character. Sheโd no idea the self-restraint heโd already employed in her presence, and for his efforts he was granted no credit, only condemnation โ
โItโs clear weโre not wanted here,โ she added with an arch of her brow. โPerhaps we should see about procuring some breakfast.โ
Omid frowned, even as he allowed the young woman to steer him away. โI donโt understand your meaning, miss โ Iโm sure the prince doesnโt want
us to leave โ but breakfast would be great, if Iโm speaking honest. Iโm starving.โ
โIโd love a cup of coffee,โ Deen piped up, joining the others eagerly. โYou were too harsh,โ Hazan said quietly to the prince. โThey didnโt
deserve to receive the brunt of your misdirected anger โโ
โThey should learn to hold their tongues,โ Kamran snapped. โThey talk too much. All of them.โ
Hazan, too reasonable to deny a proven fact, only sighed in response.
A cool breeze pushed through the grounds then, morning sun recasting the grim scene in a dazzling flare of light. Kamran turned his face up to the sky, exhaustion and uncertainty plaguing him in equal measure. He felt no remorse for his earlier speech. He would not allow Miss Hudaโs unwarranted feelings to affect his conscience. In fact, should the aforementioned idiots finally abandon him, he would beย delighted.
He turned his head to witness the three walking off with great conviction in no particular direction, Deenโs voice carrying when he said โ
โDo you think itโs all right to leave the king lying there?โ
โI donโt know, and I donโt care!โ sang Miss Huda. โIโm no longer interested in the lives, deaths, and bloated heads of royalty. Iโve put up with enough snobbery in my life, I think, and Iโve just decided Iโm quite done with it. Besides, I didnโt come all this way to manage the tantrums of an overgrown child, I came here to help Alizeh โ who, despite her apparent crown, never once spoke to me in such an insulting manner.โ She turned to her companions. โDid Alizeh ever speak to either ofย youย in such an insulting manner?โ
Kamran flinched at the repeated sound of Alizehโs name, even as he listened to this exchange in mute astonishment.
โNo, miss,โ said Omid with an eager shake of his head.
โNo, miss,โ said Deen with an uncertain glance back at the prince.
He couldnโt believe โย The nerve of her โย He never tolerated such
insolence from anyone, much less an ill-tempered, illegitimate miss of no distinction. Even Omid, whoโd once tested his patience to the hilt, had quickly learned deference. That she would dare insult him and speak of him with such condescension, as if he were beneath her โ and he, the impending king to the greatest empire on earth โ Hell, it was his prerogative to have her banished from Ardunia forevermore should he choose to do so, and yet,
somehow, his bafflement was so complete he was unable to form the words necessary to express this outrage.
Very well.
His eyes narrowed. If this was how she wanted to proceed, he would
more than match her ire. Kamran was nothing if not masterful in the pursuit of vanquishing his rivals.
โAh, thereโs a fine lady coming toward us now,โ announced Huda. โPerhaps sheโll know where we might find something to eat.โ
At once Hazan took advantage of his stupor to step forward, shielding Cyrusโs crumpled body from view. โA final warning, Kamran,โ he said quietly. โI donโt take orders from you anymore. My queen issued a command to keep this fool alive and I will honor that, even if I donโt understand it. Try to kill him, and youโll have to go through me.โ
It was a moment before Kamran recovered himself, tearing his mind away from the horrors of Huda to this, the more present catastrophe, and when he did, disappointment dampened his fervor. โOf all the scenarios I mightโve imagined,โ he said finally, โI never thought youโd stand against me in this. That you would defendย him.โ
โI never imagined I would, either,โ Hazan said with a long-suffering sigh. He dragged a hand through his hair before glancing again at the prone body of the southern king. โAt the very least, I need him alive long enough to discover what happened to Alizeh โ and what he did with her. Until such a time, he will remain under my protection.โ
โYou would really fight me?โ Kamran said, regaining a shade of his earlier temper. โIf I challenged you now โ youโd be willing to die for him?โ
โForย her,โ Hazan corrected. โWithout hesitation. Though you flatter yourself if you think you could best me in a fight. Youโve never truly known me, Kamran, and Iโd hate for you to make my acquaintance only as you draw your final breath.โ
The prince raised his eyebrows.
It was the way Hazan had said it โ without arrogance or swagger โ that gave him pause. In fact, Hazan seemed to mean the words sincerely, as if heโd indeed regret a bloody conclusion to their friendship. Except โ
โIf thatโs true,โ said the prince, โwhy didnโt you fight back when the
guards dragged you away at the ball? If youโre as capable as you claim, you mightโve saved your queen then.โ
Hazan looked away. โI should have.โ
โAnd yet?โ
โMy greatest failing that night,โ he said gravely, โwas that I didnโt anticipate Cyrus. Iโd no idea another plan for her had been hatched
alongside my own; hell, I didnโt even know Cyrus was in possession of herย name, much less a scheme to spirit her away. My own plans for the evening had been compromised; all I wanted was her safety and anonymity, and Iโd hoped the distraction of my betrayal would afford her an opportunity to run.
Never did I imagine that in my absence sheโd take her exit through the
palace wall, on the back of a Tulanian dragon. Never did I imagine sheโd end upย here, in this godforsaken hell,โ he added angrily, meeting the princeโs eyes. โIโve gone through it in my mind dozens of times, hating myself more each time for failing her. Understand me now: I refuse to fail her again.โ
The prince was silent as he appraised Hazan a moment more: the set to his jaw, the grim resolve in his gaze. โI see that youโre determined,โ he said finally. โAnd Iโll grant you this one concession, Hazan, but never again.
You may keep him alive until your queen is found, but when the time comes for him to die, be certain that I will set the terms.โ
โSo thatโs it, then?โ
Everyone turned at the sound of the new voice. Kamran was surprised to discover a regal, older woman drawing carefully toward them. Her fiery hair color and glittering diadem left little doubt as to her identity, and though Kamran knew he should bow, or at least incline his head, he refused.
He only stared, stonily.
She nodded at him, unbothered by his silent disrespect, then at the others whoโd circled back from their breakfast search, now frozen in various states of debasement. Omid had attempted a curtsy.
โI am Queen Sarra,โ she said with a strange smile. โAnd you must be Prince Kamran, of Ardunia.โ Carefully she cataloged his fresh scar, the
glittering vein of gold that split through his left eye. โIโve heard a great deal about you, of course. My condolences.โ
Kamran maintained his silence, though he was resisting an urge then to destroy something. That she might stand there and offer him condolences as if she were remarking upon the weather โ and her ownย childย responsible โ
โAre you quite certain,โ she said delicately, โthat youโre not going to kill my son?โ
โThere was a serious misunderstanding, Your Majesty,โ said Hazan, stepping forward. โThe king appears to be unwell.โ
She glanced at Cyrusโs collapsed, bleeding body. โI can see that.โ
At this cold reaction, even Kamran frowned. The womanโs son was half-dead on the ground, and she inspected him as if he were diseased. She was either demented or dangerously malicious; Kamran hadnโt yet decided. When she continued to smile at him, he found himself leaning toward the former.
โWell,โ she said, and took a sharp breath. โI suppose you must all be tired from your journey. Do come inside. Breakfast is well underway.โ
โBreakfast?โ Hazan echoed.
โBreakfast,โ Omid said eagerly, then hesitated. โWaitโ โ he stepped back โ โyouโre not going to throw us in the dungeons, are you?โ
Sarra tilted her head at the boy, then responded to him in his native tongue. โYou speak Feshtoon, how lovely. And where are you from?โ
Omid straightened to his full height. โIโm from Yent, of Fesht province, miss. I mean, Your Ladyship.โ Huda elbowed him and he squeaked. โI mean โ Your Majesty.โ
The womanโs eyes softened. โMy mother was from Fesht,โ she said. โI havenโt been back since I was a little girl.โ
โForgive me,โ Hazan interjected. โBut the king requires swift medical attention. Perhaps we should send for a surgeon, or a Diviner โโ
โAre your parents still in Fesht?โ Sarra went on. โOr did you move to the royal city with your family?โ
Omid shot a nervous look at Hazan before answering the womanโs question. โMy parents are dead,โ he said, and in a gesture of respect for the deceased, he touched two fingers to his forehead, then to the air. โInta sana zorgana le pav wi saam.โย May their souls be elevated to the highest peace.
โAs are mine,โ she said softly, mirroring the motion. โInta ghama
spekana le luc nipaam.โย May their sorrows be sent to an unknown place.
โI โ Thank you, miss.โ Omid ducked his head in acknowledgment and, after another nudge from Huda he added: โI mean โ Your Highness,
maโam.โ
Sarra appraised Omid a moment longer, her expression not unkind, then studied each of them with a shrewdness that sent Kamranโs instincts into high alert. โWelcome, all of you,โ she said. โWhat an unexpected โ but delightful โ surprise. Please do join me โโ
โIโm afraid we must decline,โ said Kamran, issuing his first words to the woman. He was now certain beyond a doubt that she was mad; there was no chance heโd be accompanying her anywhere.
โBut, sire,โ said Omid, โshe said there was breakfast โโ
โI know the situation is unusual,โ said Sarra, her eyes sharp as she turned to Kamran, the smile on her face belying her next words. โBut if you donโt accompany me inside, there will be hell to pay. As you may recall, you came here this morning with the intention of murdering my son โโ
โIt was not as it seemed, Your Majesty,โ Deen said nervously. โMost of us meant no harm โโ
โโ and, having been unsuccessful, you think you might cut your losses and head home. Youโve failed to realize that you stand here now only
because of me, because of the amnesty I am willing to provide. You need not understand my motivations, but youย shouldย understand this: your
actions have been witnessed by all in the palace. Did you really think no
one would note the appearance of five legendary, magical birds in our sky? That no one would observe them alighting upon our land?โ
Deen made a strangled sound.
โVery clever of you, I should say,โ she added softly. โThereโs only one creature alive to whom dragons show such deference, else you never
wouldโve survived your descent onto the palace grounds. Though how you managed to secure the protection of Simorgh is a mystery I should dearly
like to solve.โ She narrowed her eyes at Kamran. โI presume it has something to do with the fabled tale of your grandfather.โ
โOh, yes, miss,โ said Omid, โit really is an amazing story โโ
Five heads swiveled at once in his direction, and Huda quickly clapped a hand over the boyโs mouth. Kamran nearly swore aloud.
โI see,โ said Sarra, whose anger appeared to spike in the silence that followed. โYou intend to cling to your secrets until the grisly end. How unwise. But then I suspect you have no idea what kind of mayhem befell our home just last night, nor what devastation might befall us all if word
spreads that the Ardunian prince stormed our palace in an attempt to kill the king.โ
โWhen she puts it like that,โ Huda whispered, her hand falling away from Omidโs face, โitย doesย sound awful.โ
โHells,โ Deen breathed. โI just wanted to meet Simorgh.โ
โHated as he might be in Ardunia,โ Sarra pressed on, โthe Tulanian king is rather beloved at home. So unless you hope for our empires to go to war โ or you wish to be murdered in the street โ you will join me,โ she said through gritted teeth, โfor breakfast.โ
Kamran was still contemplating this shocking speech, and still contemplating his response, when Hazan interrupted angrily โ
โHow can you stand there and monologue while your son lies bleeding on the ground? Your actions are so baffling as to confound the mind!
Maโam, the king isย dying. I am asking you to call for help at once โ before it is too late.โ
To this outburst Sarra showed no reaction, never even glancing at Hazan. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the prince, her strange smile now bordering on manic. As he met her gaze, Kamran felt a bolt of dread move through him.
It was true: he had no idea what theyโd just walked into. He had no idea what Alizeh had experienced during her time here; he didnโt know who this woman was, what her intentions were, or where the devil Simorgh had gone. Heavens, but he needed her badly now.
More than that, he needed his grandfather. Heโd even settle for a kind word from his mother.
With a start, Kamran remembered the envelope in his pocket โ the one Hazan had earlier pressed into his hand. It suddenly seemed more important than ever that he make sense of the communication from his mother, and he resolved to find an excuse to be alone at the first opportunity.
โVery well,โ he said, discreetly locking eyes with Hazan. It took this single look to confirm what they both understood: there was something deeply the matter with Sarra, and they should tread cautiously where she was concerned. โWeโd be honored to join you for breakfast.โ
โWonderful!โ she cried, clapping her hands together. Then, turning to Huda: โSome things should be illegal for their offenses against the human eye, darling, and if youโre to enter my home, Iโm afraid youโll have to burn that frock.โ She appraised the girl a moment more, her brow wrinkling in distaste. โIf you wear that abomination to dinner tonight, I might set it on
fire myself, and with you still in it.โ
โDinner?โ said Kamran, alarmed. โWhen weโve yet to endure breakfast?โ
โI donโt โ But itโs the only dress I have โโ attempted Huda, who was blushing fiercely.
โYour Majesty, please โโ Hazan tried again.
โIย think you look real pretty, miss,โ insisted Omid, inching closer to the girl as if he might protect her. โDonโt listen to her โโ
โDinner, of course,โ Sarra said, baring her teeth at Kamran in an unnatural smile. โNeedless to say, you will all stay at the palace for the duration of your visit. What a fine show youโve put on just now, what a lavish gift it was for the royal household to glimpse the glorious Simorgh and her children! It was the viewing of a lifetime, one even the youngest
members of our staff will cherish forever. I should like to thank you for this spectacular performance โ and for this unmistakable overture of friendship. How thoughtless of my son to try to catch a ceremonial arrow in his hand! And to think, most of our visitors merely offer us jewels.โ
โOh, for the love of โโ Hazan cut himself off with a foul oath. He shot a final, disgusted look at the Queen Mother, stomped over to Cyrus, gathered up the kingโs body, and hoisted him over his shoulders.
Kamran watched this happen with no small amount of astonishment. Cyrus was taller and broader than even he was โ the deadweight of such a man would be extraordinary. He knew Hazan possessed immense Jinn
strength, but this was still a fairly new revelation, and Kamran marveled at the ease with which his old minister carried Cyrus now. Hazan pushed past
their small crowd, circumventing Sarra to hurry toward the closest entrance.
He tried the handle and, finding it was locked, bellowed a brief warning before kicking down the door.
It collapsed with an earsplitting crash.
Omid and Huda screamed. Deen muttered a faintย dear Godย under his breath. Even Kamran was stunned. He glanced at Sarra for a reaction, and she revealed nothing more than irritation.
โYour king is injured!โ Hazan cried as he stepped over the threshold, and he was swarmed at once by harried servants. โHe needs medical attention immediately โโ
โKing Cyrus!โ a snoda cried.
โI thought she said it was all a show โโ โDo you think โ?โ
โโ been injured by accident โโ โBut the king never gets injured โโ
โWhere is the surgeon?โ
โSomeone call for a Diviner!โ
โโ said to never call for the Diviners โโ โHurry! Hurry!โ
Kamran and the others hastened toward the scene, and the prince watched, transfixed, as Hazan was mobbed, many hands reaching up to
relieve him of the kingโs weight. They carefully transferred Cyrusโs body into their own arms before dashing off into the belly of the castle, a woman who was ostensibly the housekeeper trailing after them all, looking as if she might burst into tears.
Kamran couldnโt help but compare this moment to one of his own: the night his grandfather had been murdered, when heโd been bested by Cyrus and left broken and dying. When his mother had finally freed him from the binds of magical paralysis, sheโd disappeared โ and heโd fallen to the floor. Not even a servant had been willing to step out of the shadows to come to his aid. In the end, only Omid had come to him; somehow, miraculously,
despite receiving nothing but unkindness from the prince, the former street child had saved his life. It had been an enormous gift โ one Kamran still struggled to appreciate โ but it was nothing like the reception Cyrus received now. The hated kingโs servants appeared to truly care for him, which was so foreign a concept to Kamran it was difficult to accept as fact. It was also entirely at odds with the reaction the young man had received from Sarra, his own mother.
Kamran was studying the woman carefully now, sizing her up as he might an opponent on the battlefield. She was watching the scene unfold as if it were a great disappointment. Kamranโs mother, for all her faults, had at least tried to help him in her strange way; Cyrusโs parent, meanwhile, had done everything she could toย avoidย assisting her own child.
She shook her head, offered a fleeting smile to the prince, and said, โWell, thereโs always tomorrow,โ before stepping inside.
Kamran remained frozen in the doorway.
Indeed, he knew not what new horrors awaited him here.