Chapter 62
Chapter sixty-two
Esmeray
“You cannot be serious.” Sparrow looked at me with wide eyes, her expression curious as she considered my statement.
“I’m deadly serious,” I replied, pouring a second cup of steaming coffee from the pot I waned down to the kitchen to retrieve and bring back up to the patio.
“There are humans in the Slate Kingdom that know lands of magic exist on other continents. Their King knows. He’s been a representative for the humans since he came to power in his early twenties. He’s almost eighty now–King Dalen.”
Lenna nodded, her honey eyes bright as I watched the information clicking together in the Oracle’s mind. “King Dalen has always been a kind ruler. His son, Prince Feydor, is set to inherit the throne upon his death.”
I continued, between sips of coffee, “King Dalen has traveled to the Opal Palace–of course when he was much younger. But he has always been an ally for humans and has visited a couple other Kingdoms on diplomatic trips to advocate for his land. The fact that other lands have magic just isn’t widely declared.
And maybe it’s time that changed. Other Kingdoms trade with the Slate Kingdom, but no one has ever offered a true alliance to King Dalen before.
He may be a good friend to help bridge the gap between our worlds. ”
Lenna sipped from her own mug before placing it on the small table next to her chair as she thought over my words.
I pushed against my acat, feeling it’s comforting pressure through my body. The damn spell book seemed to notice my attention, purring seductively to be let out of my pocket of space. I ignored it until the presence resorted to sulking.
Sparrow sat up in her chair, kicking off her pink fluffy slippers and pulling my blanket from my legs to cover her own.
Conjuring up fluffy pillows and thin blankets to make the patio comfier while we relaxed and drank our morning coffee had become a ritual for us, as did her thievery whenever my blanket was supposedly bigger.
I gave her an incredulous look, screeching with outrage.
She crinkled her nose and hissed at me good-naturedly as she snuggled deeper into the stolen blanket, and I threw my hands up in mock surrender before using my magic to create a new, softer blanket for myself.
The minutes trickled by in a comfortable camaraderie as the sun rose over a beautiful morning in Florra.
Finishing my coffee, I stood, stretching my wings out.
I hadn’t flown for more than a few minutes over the last few days, per healers’ orders, but I could feel the cloudless sky calling out to me.
I wanted to get closer to the warm sun that shone down on the peaceful town surrounding us.
As if he could read my mind–which in retrospect, I realized he kind of could, Keerian appeared at the top of the stairs, shirtless, with low hung, loose, grey pants that made my mouth water. Gods, my mate was hot. Coffee mug in hand, he crossed the patio and captured my mouth in a kiss.
“Want to fly to the waterfalls?” I asked him, stretching my wings out to their full span. They felt sturdy, and no aches danced down the boning or through the delicate muscles connected to my back.
With expert eyes, my mate gave my wings a once over before teasingly flicking the talon at the apex. “As long as you feel no pain, yes. It’s been a week since you flew, and its a gorgeous day.”
I grinned, hopping from one foot to the other, flexing and flapping my wings with anticipation.
Keerian chuckled, holding up a finger as he drained his last dregs of coffee from him mug.
“Lead the way–” he started, but before he could finish his sentence, I was off, launching into the air with a mighty push, soaring in circles around the patio.
I let out a cry of glee as I felt the weight I shouldered this past year finally melt free. A moment later, Keerian jumped off the roof, his golden wings the most beautiful I’d ever seen.
My mate, finally back at my side.
“We will be back in an hour to go to the bakery.” I shot down the ring to Lenna and Sparrow who watched us with warm smiles as Keerian aimed for the forests on the outskirts of Florra.
“Have fun, Meer.” Lenna replied, waving us off as she chuckled. Sparrow hooted as I banked past the patio again, and with that, I turned, speeding off to follow Keerian to the waterfalls.
My mate, my love, my King.