Page 134 of A Warrior's Heart
“Correct. It matters not either way. I speak for my people, not him.”
James’ gaze fell to the gold bracelet on Lorcan’s wrist. A thin chain connected the bracelet to a ring on his middle finger. The emerald gem in the center matched Lorcan’s eyes.
“You kept it,” James said in awe.
“As a sign of good faith. I hope we can put this conflict behind us and embrace each other as true allies. No more deceptions or games.”
James traced the rim of his goblet with his finger, his expression contemplative. “My council believes this is a trick and that you’ll spring an attack on us when we’re least expecting it. I, however, think otherwise. You wouldn’t have allowed your army to save me and my men if that was your intention.”
“Troy saved you on his own free will,” Lorcan said. “I would’ve let you drown after what you did to my child.”
“Fair enough. I hope in time I can earn your forgiveness.” James peered at me. “You have my gratitude and respect, little beauty. As do you, guard.”
Malik’s nostrils flared as he scowled at the king. I could tell he was forcing himself not to speak. If he did, there would be many colorful words used, none of them kind.
“Permission to speak?” I asked.
“Granted,” James said.
“The assassin who was imprisoned with me in the dungeon… does he still live?”
A curious gleam sparked in the king’s eyes. “He does.”
“Lusca is a prisoner of war. Since we’re making peace, it is only right to set him free.”
“You make a fair point.” James’ gaze held mine. “I will see to it that he’s released.”
Lorcan and James then discussed the new treaty and each side’s conditions. An official treaty would be written up and signed once they agreed on the terms.
“None of my people will harm yours,” Lorcan said. “Your ships will be able to sail my waters. If I hear of sailors lost at sea, I’ll use my power to help in any way I can. In exchange, none of your people will hurt mine either. No hunting us or invading our homes.”
“Agreed.”
“You will also keep in mind that the sirens are not my people,” Lorcan continued. “They were banished long ago. Their actions do not reflect on the peace we are trying to build. However, I will not allow them to attack sailors with no consequences. If I hear of such a thing, I will locate the sirens and kill them all myself.”
James appeared uncomfortable for a moment. “I… I didn’t know Ezra told the sirens to attack humans. I wanted the treaty broken so I could kill Triton, yet I played no part in that deception.”
“Are you angry at me for killing Ezra?” Lorcan asked, finally reaching for the wine and pouring some into a goblet. “He was your lover, was he not?”
“He was.” James swirled the wine in his cup. “We met three years ago, and I intended to use him for my own personal gain. Having a son of Triton on my side would give me an advantage over the sea god if the time ever came when the treaty broke. But then I was a fool and fell in love. Love makes you blind, you see. I couldn’t see the strings he was controlling me with. He told me of a false prophecy and I foolishly believed him. So, yes, I’m angry. But not at you. I’m angry at myself for believing his lies.”
They spoke more about the conditions.
“One more thing,” Lorcan said. “As payment for attacking Avalontis unprovoked and bringing violence to my people, I request that you give me control over one of your islands.”
“An island? What for?”
“Our home is destroyed. Instead of rebuilding it, I want a fresh start elsewhere. A place surrounded by the sea where we can feel the sun on our skin. But I want absolute control over that land. It will not be governed by you and you will have no influence on our policies.”
James tapped a finger on the tabletop. “You ask much of me, little fish.”
“It’s a small price to pay for the pain and suffering you’ve caused, James.” Lorcan held eye contact with the king, not backing down. “If I was my father, I would send my army here to demolish your city, and then I’d remove your head and display it on a spike outside the castle walls for all to see.”
“That sounds unpleasant,” James responded. “I suppose I’m fortunate you are not your father.”
“All I ask is for an island within your realm where my people can be happy and safe.”
“I’ll grant your request,” James said. “But I ask for something in return. The physician known as Eva. I request for her to train the physicians in Talena, so that we may learn even more of the healing arts. For many years, I’ve been stubborn to the benefits of magic in medicine. I’ve even waged war on magic and those who possess it. I wish to end that. Times are changing… and so must I.”
