“Rhovatt Morielle.”
Morielle turned to see who called her with that familiar deep and sexy voice. She did recognize it, but she thought it was just her imagination. But she was surprised to see King Raithen with Rhyphas at the leith stable after she ate breakfast with her father. The stable was separated by thick horizontal bars that were made of steel for every stall. There were over twenty of them for the guests. So at the moment, they were mostly empty.
She was watching a stable boy, about fifteen years old, feeding Klykass with a ragha meat that Tallahir’s personal hunter caught and killed for the tamed beast’s food. The leith needed huge beasts to eat at least once in two or three days to keep them nourished and healthy and thus for them to have long life. Leith could live up to a
