17

“That’s amazing!” Aria exclaimed, her voice jubilant.

I, too, was happy at the prospect of Tobran uniting to defeat Polonius, but when had Cheyenne gained so much power? It wasn’t like he was Fallon, my father’s beta. He was my father’s younger son and third in line to the throne after me and Amadeus.

His increased influence was likely due to the fact that I was with Aria and so many of my duties had been relegated to him in my absence. Amadeus had been captured, and at my father’s behest, I’d needed to stay with Aria to protect her. It was a task I’d lay down my life for.

I tried to calm myself, reminding myself that Cheyenne was certainly the next logical choice to assist my father in not only protecting Navarrah City, but helping to build up the guard in Onyx Rah. Also, my little brother wasn’t like Fallon—he wouldn’t ever murder me to sit on the throne. He was a hard-working soldier and my father’s loyal son. He’d do anything for Navarrah City, and for that, I was grateful that we