Alle Kapitel von Rejected By my Mate, Chosen By the King : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

She'd expected training to start somewhere sensible. A practice yard, maybe, like the one back in Ashcombe, worn smooth by generations of feet learning to fight. Instead Kael led her, just past dawn, to a round stone chamber sunk half below ground level, cold and windowless, lit only by a single brazier burning low in an iron stand at its center."This isn't what I pictured," Elena admitted, taking in the bare walls, the old scorch marks radiating out from the brazier in scattered black starbursts, decades of use layered over each other."It isn't meant to be picturesque. It's meant to burn safely." A woman's voice, from the doorway behind them — older, weathered, with the particular economy of someone who didn't waste words she didn't need. She stepped into the brazier's light, silver-haired, sharp-eyed, moving with the careful precision of someone who'd learned long ago exactly how much space her body needed and never wasted an inch of it. "You'll be Elena. I'm Hesper. I taught the

The council chamber was fuller than Elena had seen it, every seat along the long stone table occupied, and standing room besides — word of last night's fire had apparently traveled considerably faster than Hesper's attempts to contain it. Elena stood where Kael had positioned her, near the front but not at the table itself, aware of every eye in the room finding her and staying there.Renshaw didn't waste time on preamble."An uncontrolled fire, in a chamber built specifically to contain training incidents, and it still very nearly took down a support beam holding up half the eastern wing." Her voice carried easily across the chamber, pitched for maximum effect. "I don't think anyone here disputes that the girl has power. What concerns this council is whether she has any control over it whatsoever — and what happens the next time that fire doesn't stay contained to a single chamber.""The incident was contained," Kael said, evenly, from his seat at the head of the table. "No one was h

The council session lasted less than ten minutes. Elena had expected another version of the last one — Renshaw's careful hostility, a long table full of arguments dressed up as caution. Instead Kael simply laid out what Nyra's people had confirmed overnight: the second tracker Corin named was holed up in a waystation two hours south, a trading post on the old border road, and he hadn't moved in three days, which meant either he was waiting for something, or someone was coming to meet him."We move before he decides which," Kael said, and that was the whole of the debate. Even Renshaw, for once, didn't argue.They left within the hour — Kael, Nyra, two of the northern watch Elena hadn't been formally introduced to, and Elena herself, over Hesper's clearly voiced reservations that she wasn't ready for anything beyond a supervised training room."I'm not asking her to fight," Kael had said, in the courtyard, checking the strap on his own blade with the same unhurried focus he brought to

The fortress gates were open when they reached them, which was wrong before Elena had even fully registered why."Gates don't stay open past dusk," Nyra said, already reaching for her blade, all the grief from the ride still raw in her voice but pushed down now beneath something sharper. "Not once. Not in forty years."Kael didn't answer. He was already moving, faster than Elena had seen him move even at the waystation, and something about the set of his shoulders made her stomach drop before they'd even cleared the courtyard.The two gate guards were down — not dead, she registered with a rush of relief as they passed, but unconscious, one slumped against the stone with a nasty gash along his temple. Torches burned low and untended along the walls. And from somewhere deeper in the fortress, past the courtyard, past the main hall, came the unmistakable sound of a struggle."The holding cells," Nyra said grimly. "Corin."They ran.Elena had never seen the lower corridors at a full spri

Hesper went very still when Kael set the silver crest on the table in front of her.They'd gathered in her study rather than the council chamber — Kael's choice, deliberate, made clear the moment they returned to the fortress. "Renshaw hears about this eventually," he'd said, on the ride back. "Not before I understand what we're actually dealing with."Hesper turned the crest over in her weathered hands, tracing the crescent moon wrapped around its closed fist with something that looked, to Elena, uncomfortably close to recognition mixed with dread."Where did you find this," Hesper said quietly."A courier's payment pouch. Left at an old shrine east of here." Kael watched her carefully. "You know it.""I know what it used to mean, before my grandmother's time even. Bercael." Hesper set the crest down like it had grown heavier in her hands. "The Bercael line led the original council that decided Ashwalkers were too dangerous to exist. Not out of fear, the histories claim — out of ambi