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Chapter 10: Diplomatic Matters

Despite the explosion of light Astralux and I experienced, I recover much faster this time around. Feeling about the same as prior to the incident, I head out of Lord Ithel’s Manor with Thorn, who volunteered to walk me to a meeting.

“What is this meeting about anyway?” I ask. I close my eyes as we step into the warm sunlight, the light still painful to my vision. “All Veremund said was that there was an important meeting and that I should be present.”

“King Mahlir summoned all of the Wards,” Thorn says. “They want to discuss the Vladykars’ appearance, and the light of the Star.”

“They saw that?”

Thorn chuckles. “Estelle, I think most of Drakonia saw that light.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize it was that bright.”

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Deciding that fresh air is good for my recovery, Astralux is eager to fly. Once we’re high enough that she’s able to coast better I feel a growing concern in her.

“What happened earlier today?” Astralux asks loudly over the wind blowing past us.

Thinking about my conversation—and breakdown—moments ago, I debate back and forth on how to respond. “I had a talk with Veremund. I’m struggling with some things.” There’s a pause, and I feel Astralux’s desire to know more. Unable to hide everything from her, I sigh. “Prince Philander made some comments that got me to thinking about stuff. And it just brought up a lot of hurt about…about….”

“Ah,” Astralux suddenly says. She sends me lots of assurance and a bit of anger. “So it was as terrible as a dinner as I imagined?”

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My flight with Astralux is all too short before she, feeling my exhaustion settling in, lands. “You need to rest. Before your fancy dinner with the prince.”

I can’t help chuckling as I slide off from the saddle. “That’s funny coming from you, given how much you disapprove of Prince Philander.”

Astralux laughs heartily. “Sometimes I can learn something new.”

Still shaking my head, I turn. “Think you can get me to the door of Lord Ithel’s manor from here?”

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It’s been about three weeks since I was rescued from the pit, and I still can’t see in the sunlight. Indoors, it’s a little improved. As a result, I find myself between wanting to spend time with Astralux and be outside in the summer sun, and wanting to open my eyes and look at things.

I stand in front of a full-length mirror, set in one corner of my recovery room. My body temperature has finally risen enough that most days I only wear one long-sleeved shirt and a sweater over that, and thicker slacks tucked into boots. Every now and then I get chilled and put a cloak on.

But right now I’m without my sweater, and I unbutton the top of my shirt. There, in the middle of my chest, is an eight-point, shimmering mark, starkly white against my cool dark skin. Just like Ariadna’s Star, if it had been laid flat. I rub a finger over it—it even feels different than the rest of my skin, smooth like metal, and a little warmer than the rest of me.

The question on my mind, though, is how do I get Ariadna’s Star out?

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Though I still can’t see beyond blurry shapes, I sense the Wards around me well enough to know that it’s Neil who sets a tray on my lap. Mortimer guides my hands to a bowl of soup and a spoon set inside it. I take a sip and hum with delight—it’s a beef and vegetable stew, and it’s hot and seasoned with fresh basil and crushed garlic. I devour it, burning my tongue in the process.

“How much do you know?” I ask in-between bites.

“I know a bit,” Thorn says, still standing near me. “I saw you and Astralux slip into the Malum Palace. And Astralux told us that you went down the spiral stairs into the palace itself. I then learned enough from the Vladykars to know that you got Ariadna’s Star but that it had melded into you. And then at some point they took you to that pit of cold, murky water.”

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“Estelle!” Astralux shouts, her voice booming over Thorn and me.

The sound of my name from my bonded dragon sends a quiver through me. On top of the emotions that are coursing through me from our bond, I’m shaking from head to foot with exhaustion and cold. If Thorn weren’t carrying me, I may well have just curled up on the ground and wept. As it is, I still can’t open my eyes, the sunlight blinding me even through my eyelids.

“Wards! There are Wards!” a dragon shouts—this voice sounds familiar to me. Saurentais. A Vladykar dragon in-training Astralux and I had met months ago. He can breathe acid.

“Vite, Astralux!” Thorn shouts. “Cover us!”

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I don’t know how long I’ve been floundering in this pit of murky cold, thick water, here in the depths of Malum Palace. But even with Ariadna’s Star melded into my chest, surging with fiery energy through all my limbs, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll stay afloat.

This strange, dense liquid saps my strength, chilling me to the bone. I shivered for what felt like hours, and then shook violently as the cold settled into me. I stopped altogether sometime long ago, too exhausted to tremble anymore.

As if that’s not bad enough, the oppressive gloom in this room hangs like a heavy net over me. There’s nothing. Not a single light. The only hope I have is every now and then, when I lift an arm above the oily water, sometimes Ariadna’s Star ignites a small flame on my hand for a brief moment. But that takes more than I can spare, the light searing in my vision, and I fall back into the oily water.

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Ariadna, help me. I was expecting to meet a Vladykar, maybe two, down here in the lower levels of the Malum Palace. Perhaps even some trainees.

But I did not expect Vladykar Malyncor, the leader of the Vladykars, to be here.

And now he stands across this small room from me, with Vladykar Lochan at his side. Vladykar Malyncor’s eerie, solid black eyes bore into me, and I tremble as I lean against the stone doors behind me, clinging to Ariadna’s Star in my hands. I can faintly feel Astralux’s worry. Mostly I’m just filling up our bond with fear.

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My heart thuds so hard I’m certain that Astralux can hear it at the top of the spiral stairs. It certainly wants to go to her the more that we separate, and I rub the outside of my leather armor over my chest. The anxiety alone is suffocating, nor does the gloomy darkness help, as I walk down into the depths of the Malum Palace.

Still, I do see some light below, and it gives me the courage to continue down. I keep one hand on the shortsword sheathed at my side, though I debate drawing it now. But I’m more likely to hurt myself than be effective, given my nervousness. And, I haven’t seen a soul inside the Malum Palace.

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Despite my anxiety, we have no trouble at all as we fly northwest into Klevor, following a wide, slow river that winds through the forested region. A few hills and small mountains break up an otherwise flat terrain. Even still, Vitegadium is quiet for once, and all four of us stare ahead as the sun rises behind us. Perhaps we’re expecting to see dragons springing out at us at any point. I’m not sure, but I cling to the saddle horn with one hand, my other hand on the strap that holds my shield to my back.

“Vitegadium,” Astralux calls over the wind. “We should probably start separating now.”

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