Book 3: A Common Interest

Kane

Emory stays close to me, holding my hand as King Myenas enters the ballroom. His entourage of guards and favored courtiers are with him. He’s an imposing figure, tall and muscled at six feet five inches. Some might consider him handsome, but there’s a wildness in his blood red eyes that’s unnerving. He hides it in icy calmness that doesn’t allow anyone to relax around him.

King Myenas stops in front of me and bows his head slightly. “Kane, I am pleased to finally see you again. Last time I was in your kingdom was when your father was king and you were a small boy.”

I nod back at him. “I’m pleased to see you, too. I’ve heard that you and my father used to have common interests.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I had the utmost respect for your father, though we never had much in common.”

“I heard that you both have an interest in birds. My father used to enjoy falconry,” I remind him.

King Myenas genuinely looks surprised. “That