Dantriel spoke softly to the guards stationed in front of the purple tower. His words were not orders, but a request laden with exhaustion and supplication. At first, the guards exchanged uncertain glances; the tower was not accustomed to receiving visitors, especially not at such delicate times.
“The purple tower exists to prevent them from leaving,” Dantriel calmly reminded them, “not to forbid anyone from entering.”
There was a tense silence. Finally, one of them nodded with resignation. It wasn’t a victory, but it was a concession.
When Dantriel returned to Lissana, his expression was serious, though there was a hint of relief in his eyes.
“You can go in,” he told her, “but you won’t be able to stay long. The queen has not given her permission.”
That was enough.
Relief swept thro
