"I meant when you change, and you know it . " Clovis replied obviously huffy from her smart response . Kyera smiled and took his hand, the pair walked out of their room and toward the dining hall . Unsatisfied with the hand holding, Clovis wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close against his side .
"The shadows normally take them away and return them to my home . However, when I change back the Shadows dress me in shades of their own . " Kyera explained with a sigh . Teasing him was entirely too much fun, but she knew this question was genuine .
Advertisement"Shadow clothes…so you are effectively naked other than an illusion?" he asked suddenly tense . He remembered the times she had appeared clothed in strange billowy fabric . Had it all been a trick of the light, a shadow?
"No, not at all . Shade fabric is still fabric . The difference is its woven from strands of moonlight and the shades make it real . It can be woven together or separated depending on a shadow Kin's will . " Kyera explained, knowing his worries . Her cheeks blushed softly feeling warm and safe at his side .
Clovis let the topic drop as they neared the entrance of the dining hall . There was an air of tension that made both of them on edge . There seemed to be a conflict over breakfast . Kyera motioned Clovis not to speak .
"Watch your tone, I will not ask you to again . " the Matriarchs voice was cold and angry . Loud coughs filled the room as her body was truly stressed by her mood .
"Blood is required to help blood . Mother, if you die so will our kingdom!" another voice rebutted, a older man's voice . Kyera froze tension in her as she recognized that voice .
"You have a lot of gall claiming that, brother . You didn't even recognize her mother as a niece, yet now you want to sacrifice her?" Bryson's booming voice demanded . There was no warm jovial sound this time . He was truly angry and sounded about ready to do battle . They could see the way his neck bulged and eyes burned in their mind's eye from tone alone .
"Instead you think we should send one of our two heirs into that hell to die?" the first voice demanded angrily .
"She is an heir as well, Reever . " Bryson reminded him . Kyera frowned, her suspicion confirmed, they were talking about her . There were only four heirs, two men and two women . Kyera and her cousin were the only women they could be talking about, but her cousin was Reever's daughter .
"She is a thrown away heir . You know my brother never favored her mother or her siblings . Unnatural creatures the lot of them, spawns of death . Let her join her brothers in death to give life to our own kingdom again . She is unhappy here, why else would she marry into a family who want her kind killed?" Reever demanded loudly . His smugness and superiority made Kyera feel sick . She was rather lost but knew what they were talking about . That didn't stop the pain of being called trash .
Clovis frowned, his arm tightening protectively around her waist . How dare they talk about her like this . Questioning their union, her ability . Seething rage boiling hot shot through him despite the winter air . His urge to kill ignited, but a gentle hand came to rest on his . A loving caress of a small palm over the back of his hand made him look at his wife . She was careful to look unhurt by their words, soothing her husband's anger .
"Reever, I do not care who my son saw as my grandchildren . Fantasy had every right to run away when she bore Akira . She had to protect her child and for the love of ice and life I helped her leave . My son was a failure to this family, a blot who exiled his own kin, and refused to care for our kingdom properly . Kyera is a heir who was allowed to grow up wild, like a running rose but she still has roots here . Deal with it . " The Matriarch spoke as loudly as she could, which was not saying much if you didn't count the effort she put into it . Kyera smiled softly, at least Grandmother knew the truth .
Chapter end
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