Chapter 5
ISANDOR SEETHED with anger.
He sat at his desk, staring at his hands, ripping pieces of paper to shreds with trembling hands. Waiting.
He’d written to Ledor of House Mara, asking for explanation, asking, no, demanding, that he give up control of his twenty-nine year old daughter so that she could marry the man she loved.
What gall did the man have anyway, forcing her to refuse an offer from the king. The king!
Trouble was, Isandor didn’t feel like a king.
King Caldor, Isandor and Jevaithi’s great-grandfather, had been a dark magician, using icefire to do wonderful things for his family and other nobles and terrible things to most of the common people, especially those who raised questions.
After he had been deposed, Perian laws had severely curtailed the power of kings. Is
