Chapters (56)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- CONTENTS
- MAP
- CHARACTERS MONARCHIES
- I don’t know…
- PART I Wizr
- CHAPTER ONE Chandleer Oasis
- CHAPTER TWO Lord of the Distant Isles
- CHAPTER THREE Zenana
- CHAPTER FOUR Elwis
- I think the…
- CHAPTER FIVE Disciple
- CHAPTER SIX Deep Fathoms Beckons
- CHAPTER SEVEN Dundrennan
- CHAPTER EIGHT The Ring Table
- My mind is…
- CHAPTER NINE Turandokht
- CHAPTER TEN Upon the Feast of St. Benedick
- CHAPTER ELEVEN Mortain Falls
- PART II Knights
- CHAPTER TWELVE Genevar
- I must get…
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN The Breaking
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN Defending Ploemeur
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN Wreckage
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN Revenge
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN The Fault Staff
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The Greatest Power
- CHAPTER NINETEEN The Forbidden Court
- I’ve discovered my…
- CHAPTER TWENTY Zenana
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The High Tower
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Threat and Mate
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Midnight
- I made it…
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Scattered
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The King’s Defense
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Trapping the Boar
- I joined the…
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Dundrennan
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Prisoner
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE Lost
- CHAPTER THIRTY Rage
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Battle of the Kings
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Vengeance
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE The King’s Champion
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Submission
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE The Uncrowned King
- The war in…
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Reunited
- EPILOGUE Into the Deep Fathoms
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The Greatest Power
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Greatest Power
There was a special kind of magic in a baby’s laughter, Trynne realized. She watched from the entryway to the nursery as the queen rubbed baby Kathryn’s feet together and then nuzzled them with her nose and lips until the little giggles erupted spontaneously again. The emotions Trynne felt surge inside her were so akin to the rushing feeling of Fountain magic that it filled her heart and added to her reservoir. She leaned her head against the doorjamb, soaking in the tender moment, watching the pure joy of a mother who loved her child. In that moment, Genny was like any mother in the kingdom. Her child just a child, not a princess. The simple beauty of it overshadowed the looming threat of Gahalatine’s invasion.
“How does it feel to be a mother?” Trynne asked softly from the doorway, enjoying the moment—hungering even for it to happen someday to her.
Genny was startled, but she didn’t stop showering her baby girl with kisses. “Trynne, it is the most wonderful thing in the world. And the most frightening. I haven’t decided which feeling is stronger.” She gently wagged the babe’s foot, giving it one more kiss. “I adore everything about her. Her eyelashes. The little nails that fit so perfectly. So tiny. And yet I fear for her. What sort of world will she inherit? Will it be Gahalatine’s? Or her father’s?” She sighed.
“She’ll inherit the world we leave her,” Trynne said. It made her feel fraught with purpose.
“And what kind of world will that be?” Genny said, not really posing it as a question. She reached out and ran her thumb down Kathryn’s little nose and the baby squirmed.