"You dragons are all insane." The King of Light said it standing in the entrance of a Solandris tent, surveying the drunks, the dice games, and topless women, while a glowing girl was carried through the dark by a light bearing dragon who had just told an Alpha wolf "we are going to say no to that, gramps."
To get there, we need to rewind five minutes.
Guinevere's flame had just rejected a divine king's claim and she wasn't sure if it was Maddox who had done that, her subconscious, Kael somehow, or if she was losing her goddamn mind.
"She is," the King said, answering a question the room had half-forgotten was asked. "But two things are wrong. One just blocked me, that I do not recognize. The second..."
His voice trailed off, eyes narrowing a fraction.
"Dark magic sits in her but the spell and symptoms project into another. What she suffers, someone else wears. Has she or someone in her circle had a difficult time remembering things?"
