Page 261 of The Sins of Silas

Igon blinked, his brows lowering before the entirety of his eyes glowed white.

I'd never witnessed what it looked like for him to get a vision.

“Igon,” Immeron whispered. “What did you see?”

The glow in Igon's eyes faded, and Igon gave Immeron a sad smile.

“Somnum.”

Immeron’s eyes rolled back, and he sank to the grassy ground at the spell Igon chanted.

Igon grasped a dagger in his hand and slowly dragged it against Immeron’s arm, then took out a vial, collecting his blood.

Using his dagger, he carved symbols into his own flesh, wincing at the pain. When complete, he poured his brother's blood over his wounds. Purple glowed from his palm as he held it over the cuts.“Coniungere.”

His eyes flitted to his sleeping sibling. “Forgive me, my brother. You must forget.”

He held his palms over his brother's head, closing his eyes tightly, before rushing away.

Igon knew incantation magic. What exactly did he just do?

Images then flickered, the setting changing more rapidly. Kayin reached Otacia and met Ulric at his betrothal ball. Ulric was already king, considering his father had died when he was eighteen.

He was far less intimidating with a clean-shaven face, but as much as I despised the man, his beauty could not be denied.

These visions were quicker. We witnessed the marriage being secured and the moments of their wedding, along with her crying before and after.

She was in the throne room beside Ulric now, perhaps months later, when a man was brought forward.

Kayin's eyes widened at the sight of him.

The man kneeled before them. “My name is Quill Callon. I am here to offer my services to the royal family."

Ulric scoffed. “Plenty of people wish to aid the La'Rune's.” He tilted his head. “What do you have to offer?”

Quill swallowed. “I am an excellent trainer.”

Ulric's smile turned sinister.

Swirling again.

Ulric himself was battling with Quill, an initiation of sorts. Kayin nervously observed from the sides, attempting to appear not so.

Quill wasn't lying. He was exceptionally talented, particularly in the use of a sword. But beating Ulric entirely would humiliate the King. He had the upper hand right up until the end when he allowed Ulric to knock him right on his ass, blade just inches from his nose.

Ulric smirked. “Very well, Quill Callon. You may join the Royal Guard.”

Memories bled into memories, and now we were in a spare room in the castle.

“Quill—” the Queen began before Quill took her in an embrace and kissed her.

“Nothing can keep me away from you, Kayin,” he whispered. “Even if I have to stand by and watch you be with him, start a family—” He choked on a sob. “I will always be here for you. Even if only as a friend.”

She kissed him again and again, and the vision changed.

“You’re…pregnant,” Quill said, almost disbelieving. Kayin sat in a velvet chair and nodded as she stared out of the window, her legs nestled close.

“It feels as though he is strong and healthy,” she mumbled.

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