Forty-Nine

“Five years ago, you stepped forward to protect me,” she said, undeterred. “What are you protecting me from now?” Jaron felt his resolve crumbling. Looking away, he stared into the forest, trying to regain his composure. He couldn’t afford to tell her the truth. It was too much to place on her shoulders. “If you prefer, I can ask King Kiros about his castle’s history. Most royals are only too happy to talk about such matters.” Jaron’s heart skipped a beat and his body chilled with fear. He stared at her. What will Kiros do if she revealed even partial knowledge? Her gaze was calm but calculating. She had hit a nerve and knew it. Finally, he managed to speak, “Don’t ask him. It could put you in danger.” “Danger from what?” “From my past.” “Your past?” He hesitated. His voice sound