Crownless King by Marina Simcoe EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Marina Simcoe
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SPARROW
It was dark when I opened my eyes. Dark and warm.
I remembered riding with Voron, tucked into his chest under his
soft, velvet cloak. I remembered feeling cold, even as my body burned
with heat. Someone had given me a fragrant tea to drink. I recalled a warm,
wet cloth against my skin, wiping the filth of the dungeon off my body.
All these memories were fuzzy except for the feeling of overwhelming
exhaustion. It was so heavy, I couldn’t even open my eyes when people
washed and changed me. And after a few more sips of the tea, I
remembered nothing at all.
I lay in bed now. In a dark room dimly lit by pale blue crystals
entrapped in the semi-transparent black walls. The charcoal-gray vines
holding the black wall panels reminded me of Elaros, but it didn’t look like
any room I’d seen in the Sky Palace.
Rising on my elbows, I took a better look at the space. It appeared to be
a huge bedroom. The bed alone was almost as big as my entire room back
in Elaros. A tall fireplace opposite the bed would comfortably fit a whole
pickup truck inside it. It was unlit. Which was good, as it felt warm without
a fire in here.
A couple of dark blue couches in carved black frames, a chair, and a
low table were arranged into a sitting area in front of the fireplace. One of
the tall windows was open. A light breeze gently moved the thin white
curtains that glistened with firrian beetles.
My arms trembled from the effort of supporting my body, and I lay back
into the pillows. Rolling to my side, I found a high-backed armchair by my
bed. Voron slouched in it. His long legs bent, knees apart, his head dropped
to one shoulder, he appeared asleep.
There was something tragic and vulnerable about his position, like he’d
been so exhausted, he’d just crashed into the chair and fallen asleep
immediately without bothering to arrange his limbs comfortably first.
I had lots of questions, but I didn’t want to wake him to demand the
answers.
The familiar staccato of hooves hitting the floor sounded from the
distance. I rose from the cushions again as the door opened and Brebie
trotted in with a small tray in her hands.
“Oh, you’re up? Good, good. Drink your water.” She set the tray on the
bedside table, then handed me a wide crystal glass. “I’ll go fetch your
dinner.”
She sounded cheerful and energetic like always. And just as loud.
“Shhh.” I pressed a finger to my lips. “You’ll wake Voron.”
“Him?” She waved her hand toward her lord. “Nothing can wake him
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