Something in his voice seemed to lift Amy to her feet. His order was so commanding it sent her small hairs standing on end. There was a long moment of silence. She turned her eyes sideways at Henri as if asking for a clue what to do next. Her heart slammed like a wrecking ball between her lungs as she remembered that the real Amithiel used to work for the King as the leader of the Kingsguard. She swallowed her nervousness and took a deep breath.
"Amithiel," called the King.
Her body iced. All her muscles felt hard. With great effort, she opened her mouth. "My King," she said with a curtsy.
"It has been long since I have laid eyes on my most decorated guard," he declared. "Are the walls of Luxdale not calling out to you in your slumber, Duchess of Saphira?"
"They do, my King," she s
