“I can still feel him,” Eyla whispered.
The Raj’s boots crunched in the snow as he shifted. “You have a strong bond.”
She jerked her head. “This is different. The lake is frozen, our bond should be dead.”
He took her elbow, his fingers firm through her coat. “I don’t think he’ll let ice slow him, Eyla. He’s too strong for that.”
She turned into the wind to meet his gaze. “How much distance will it take? Do I need to cross an ocean?”
His mouth eased into a smile. “You tell me. He’s your brother.”
Her teeth tightened. “I’d swim an ocean if I had to. This bond is killing him, I can feel it. I have to break it, whether he wants it or not.”
He tugged her back toward the pines’ shelter, away from the vast cold of the frozen lake. “I believe a boat is what you’re looking for, and I just happen to have one at my disposal. We can reach it by nightfall if we use the carriage.”
She narrowed her eyes at the crown Rajah of Obsidia. “Just one?”
His chattering did nothing to lessen his grin’s effect on her pulse. “Father is using all the others. He won’t notice until we’re long gone.” As if an ocean worthy ship was nothing more than a horse to be borrowed.
Regardless, she didn’t hesitate when offered his hand and led the way back to the palace stables.
This story is inspired by a novel idea that I hope will take form in the next few years! What did you think of it? Let me know in the comments!
