The king had kept true to his word; they were all staying in Tarvis until the Province was back in order, but the work was back-breaking. King Nathal himself was directing most of it, despite her uncle’s protests. The king was trying to help the duke by insisting he rest, but her uncle had never been a gracious patient. He’d insisted multiple times that Tristan had healed him adequately and he had no need of rest. When things had calmed that horrible day, she’d retrieved her father’s sword from the kitchens. Cera smiled at the memory of everyone’s astonished looks when she’d revealed where Neomi had helped her to hide it, but the sword was safe now. Lucan had broken the spell on it. Anyone could handle it, but she’d always be overprotective of it. She never let it far from her side. Watching the boy take down something so powerful Hadrian had been afraid to try was amazing.
