Ezryn
Rosalina skips beside me, long hair flowing behind her, laughter echoing through the night. I take
her hand and help her leap over the small creek running through the other side of Meadowmere.
Dappled moonlight shimmers in from the tree cover and paints her skin with an ethereal glow.
It’s as if the forest were made for her, like it has been waiting all these eons for her arrival. See?
We’ve bloomed just for you.
Although the foray with my brothers and our woman was not planned for tonight, it was a well-
needed distraction. Watching Rosalina writhe beneath our combined pleasuring was a sight that will
remain with me always. And it gave me the strength I needed to do what must come next.
Because Kairyn is right. I can’t forever hide away the sins of my past, who the High Prince of
Spring truly is. Not from her.
After cleaning up, Farron and Dayton took the opportunity to sneak up to the monastery and see if
there were any more clues about the missing Spring steel while Kairyn is distracted by the party. But I
asked Rosalina to come with me. To walk under the hallowed boughs of Meadowmere Forest and out
the other side to Sylvanita Lake.
The death place of my mother.
Rosalina doesn’t know that; she thinks I’m taking her to the lake. So, she spins as she walks, her
dress trailing petals and her eyes full of stars. I revel in it.
Because though I don’t even have her now, after this, I may lose everything.
A clearing opens in the trees ahead. I take in a deep breath. She must sense I’m anxious because
she laces her fingers with mine and bumps my shoulder. Windscythe jangles in the hilt on my back.
“This,” I say, “is Sylvanita Lake.”
The full moon illuminates the clearing where a crystalline lake shines beneath its reflection. Water
from the river above cascades over jagged rocks and into the lake. Trees drenched in pink cherry
blossoms encircle the grove. At its crown is a massive willow tree. Its branches sway to the whims
of the wind, its boughs adorned with tiny catkins as delicate as lace.
And piercing its trunk is a silver broadsword.
Rosalina steps forward, blinking. “This place feels like a dream.”
“It’s very sacred to our realm. Legend has it the Queen herself grew the willow tree.”
Rosalina stares up at it and smiles. “I like it. It reminds me of the one back in Orca Cove.”
I place my palm on the small of her back. “Come on.”
Using my arm, I part the boughs of the willow like a curtain so Rosalina can enter. She runs a
hand along the long branches. A few leaves drift over her hair.
I stand perfectly still watching her, but every part of me screams to grab her in my arms. My heart
feels on fire, coals erupting into flame.
I have never felt anything like this before.
Seeing her here, in my realm beneath the cherry blossom trees, a deep and ancient knowing fights
against my logical mind.
All the centuries of my life have passed with little meaning because I was waiting. Waiting to find
her.
I rub at the silver plate over my chest, wishing I could grasp my heart. Months ago, I’d placed a
will-o’-wisp there and seen nothing but tangled threads. Maybe I am broken.
And this ... This is what I must face to make it right.
“A sword?” Rosalina circles the trunk before she stops at the hilt. Only a small amount of the
blade is visible, the rest absorbed by the tree.
I inhale deeply. I must tell her now. “It belonged to my mother.”
“Princess Isidora,” Rosalina says. “Why is it here?”
Every word is pain. “In memorial. This is where she lost her life.”
“Oh, Ez,” Rosalina breathes. “I’m so sorry.”
There’s so much more that needs to be said, but the words are stuck like arrows in my chest. I
can’t bear to look at Rose, so I turn my gaze to the ground.
Curiously, I notice a cluster of purple flower buds, unfamiliar to me. Much of the vegetation
changed after my mother’s death, but this is new since my last visit.
I kneel to examine them, just to give my hands something to do as I force the rest of the words out.
“Do you know how my mother died, Rose?”
There’s silence and then, “When she passed on Spring’s Blessing to you. Eldy said that the act can
be very dangerous. I’m so sorry that happened to her. To you.”
I run a hand over the large bud and squeeze my eyes shut. “That’s what everyone thinks. What all
of Spring thinks. What even Farron and Dayton think. The only ones who know the truth are me, Kel,
and Kairyn.”
Her hand presses on my shoulder. “I will never judge your past, Ez. I know who you are now, and
I see who you are becoming. You can tell me anything.”
And I feel it ... The threads inside of me untangling, spreading out like petals on a breeze. I can
trust her with my darkness, and she will shelter me.
I look up. “I ki—”
The flower bud in my hand blooms, spewing golden pollen into the air. A huge puff blows over
my visor and under the edge of my helm.
And then the nightmare begins.