Chapter 2
Solna sat back into his chair and gaped at King Tylele for a long time. “That is absolutely diabolical,” Solna finally offered at last. “Well played.”
The King shrugged as much as he could while prone. “It keeps assassins at bay and makes it impossible, from a practical standpoint, to plot treason.”
“How?” Solna asked, confused. “Someone has to know you are the same person.”
With a sigh, King Tylele rolled slowly to his side, facing Solna. He must have been very tender, even though the wounds he had sustained, the one in his shoulder that Solna could see anyway, were shiny with large pink scars now. Ke’s healing was miraculous to behold, no matter how many times Solna saw the end result. The elf pulled the bolster down and clutched it to his chest, face and damaged shoulder r
