Fated Ties (The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 3)(10)

By: Franca Storm

Cora stopped outside the door to the throne room, the place where the Royal Court met around the sacra mensa—the Sacred Table of the White Realm. “Watch me,” she told Shaye.

And with that, Shaye hung back as Cora threw open the doors to the throne room and strolled on in. Immediately, all three members of the Royal Court turned in shock at her sudden entrance. Her father, Asha and Marella.

“What is the meaning of this?” her father thundered. “Cora, you cannot just—”

“I believe my son is a factor in this discussion you’re having.”

“That may be the case, but—”

“Then it concerns me as well.” She strolled to the table and took a seat at the opposite end of the table to her father—the other position of power, the other head of the table. She watched his eyes narrow at her obvious rudeness and for taking such a seat of power that was normally reserved only for kings. The way his gaze raked over her with disapproval, she knew he was also upset because she wasn’t exactly dressed for a meeting with his Royal Court. She was clad in her usual leather biker jacket and jeans. Too damn bad. “Challenge me if you want,” she threatened. She knew her father wouldn’t challenge her. He knew her power. He’d even admitted that she was stronger than him.

She watched him draw in a calming breath. And then he tore his eyes away from her and returned to his discussion with his court. “Currently, we are just grasping at straws. We are not certain that Oriana truly poses a threat.”

“She made it quite clear, your majesty,” Marella said. “The look in her eyes. The way Ryan and Cora’s son reacted to her. He still has not shifted back to human form.”

“My son shifted into wolf?” Cora asked, incredulous. Why hadn’t Ryan told me that? Why am I hearing about this entire thing with Oriana from everyone else but him?

“Ryan didn’t want to worry you, Cora. He knew it would only hurt you to know that you are so far away and could not do anything to help. But, rest assured, your son is healthy and doing very well,” Marella said in an effort to comfort her.

“With all due respect, Marella, we are talking about the senses of a child who is barely a few days old. That is not enough to go on for me to strike preemptively, as you so wish,” Vazra told her.

“This child is special. His senses are extremely attuned,” Marella pressed.

“A supernatural creature’s senses are never wrong, your majesty. I can assure you of that. And age is not a factor there,” Asha cut in. Being a supernatural creature herself—a dragon with the ability to shift into human form when needed—she knew what she was talking about.

“Even if I accept that, Oriana is currently contained within the Dark Realm. She is Nathanial’s problem. I have every confidence that he is quite capable of dealing with her.”

Cora watched Marella’s eyes narrow at that. “It is not just Nathanial’s responsibility. It is a responsibility that the White Realm shares. She is of White Realm birth and she was once a member of this very court.”

“Is that support I hear for him, Marella? Did your brief stint in the Dark Realm cloud your memory so much, that you’ve forgotten his crimes against this realm? His crimes against my daughter, her husband, Oriana and myself?”

“Of course not, your majesty. I am just concerned about the threat that Oriana poses, that is all.”

Vazra nodded. “We will keep a close eye on the situation in the Dark Realm. But, until there is actually a real threat to us, we will not act. It would be foolish to do so.”

Cora caught Marella’s eye and saw that they were sharing the same aggravation at her father’s laissez-faire attitude to the situation. But she also had the presence of mind to bite her tongue. In the short while that she’d been getting to know her father, she’d already deciphered that look in his eyes that he fixed all of them with now. It was a look that told them all that his mind was already made up.

“You are dismissed. Thank you for your counsel,” he announced.

Cora huffed and pushed back her chair. She headed to the door, with Marella and Asha not far behind. As soon as they’d made it out of the room, the massive stone doors closed behind them, enclosing her father inside the throne room alone.

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