Beside Daeron, even Seraphielle narrowed her eyes carefully now. Not enough for anyone else in the hall to notice it. The nobles surrounding them were far too distracted by their awe, too consumed by the miracle unfolding before their eyes to pay attention to something as small as the tightening of a woman's jaw.
But Daeron noticed....He always noticed the little things. And he knew for certain since the king made the announcement, that Seraphielle looked uncertain and unsettled.
Because unlike the gullible fools filling the banquet hall with gasps and prayers, Seraphielle understood magic far too well to believe curses simply disappeared because a god suddenly decided to be merciful.
Powerful Magic always demanded a price....Always... There's no roundabout way to it.
And Ishara's curse had not been some ordinary village hex placed by a bitter hedge witch.
