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A Fire Begins
The guard Queen Riaura had spoken to, re-entered the Nightway bailey and conferred with his Captain in low voices while the Queen peered out the window slit to watch the interchange. Explaining to his leader that the queen suspected the interloper was there to try to negotiate the release of the Nauvree, whom she was holding captive in a chamber on the third level.
“What’s your name?” One of the King’s Guardsmen, backed by the Captain of the Guard approached the man. Demanding an answer.
“Jaxson.” He grinned lazily.
Riaura’s breath stilled, and she lurched out the window slit to scream into the bailey. “Kill him! Kill him now!”
“He’s unarmed, Your Highness!” The Captain shouted back. Shock written over his face that she’d want an unarmed man slaughtered in their bailey.
“He won’t be! I know who he is. Kill him!” She shrieked furiously in her panic.
The man lifted his hands showing he held no weapon and tilted his head. Blue eyes pierci
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