SWNOVELS Chapter Poison
Jerking violently Golathar woke. Sleep had just barely embraced him, and yet he was awakened. Again. Those eyes, they weren’t right. Weren’t natural.
Your line will end. The words echoed in his skull.
Golathar swung his feet from his bed, Behind him Solveiga’s bare form shifted slightly but she did not wake.
He crossed the room and poured a drink from a decanter, he brought it to his lips and hesitated. Was the amber liquid cloudy? He put the crystal back on the cabinet.
He sat back on the bed, but no, there would be no more sleep this night. His heart was still pounding from the dream. The nightmare really, the girl must be some kind of demon, haunting his dreams.
Golathar stood again and crossed from his bedchamber into his sitting room. “Time?” he asked without looking at the guards posted there.
“Fourth hour, Sire.” One of them responded.
It was still so early. Despite the hour Golathar sat at his desk and started looking over the files there, the position he had pushed Magda out of had sat empty for weeks now. He would need to find someone to fill it eventually. He froze on the first page.
Dathon Slystir. It took great force to not grind his teeth. What idiot had made this recommendation? Was it not common knowledge that Dathon Slystir was the brother by marriage of the man who had been the Rhodrin heir?
Golathar froze. The Rhodrin heir. Why had he not thought of it? He had killed the Rhodrin heir. Dragon fire, the man had come to him. A suspicion sunk through Golathar. How stupid he had been. How blasted, damned stupid. He was a father. How had Golathar not questioned why the man would so willingly give his life?
It had to be the man’s child whom the girl intended to sit on the throne.
A slow-abiding fear seeped into Goalthar’s bones. Not only was a girl riding a dragon loose in Kathardra. But some kid was seeking revenge because Golathar had been so eager to kill the last Rhodrin. A prophecy was no true motivator. But revenge, That was a fire that did not burn out.
Golathar slammed his hand on the files and grabbed them all together in a wad. He swiftly crossed the room and threw them onto the dim embers... They flared to life rapidly consuming the papers. On top of all of this, someone wanted to put a Rhodrin sympathizer on his council.
The clouded liquor.
He burst back into the bedchamber and shook Solveiga awake.
“Check this for poison.” He thrust the intricate crystal bottle at her.
She frowned in sleepy confusion but took the bottle and spoke a few words over it.
The amber liquid glowed a rusty red color. Solveiga looked shocked.
“What does that mean?” Golathar demanded.
“It- Yes my king, it was poisoned.”
Golathar distanced himself from the bottle with a step back. “Who did this?”