C394 TWO MOTHERS, ONE CROWN

"He has your fire, Elara, but he carries the eyes of a ruler," Elias said, his voice low as he stood by the window of the high tower. Below them, the fields were still smoldering, the orange glow of the dying fires reflecting in the glass. He turned to look at the small bundle in Damon’s arms. The infant was quiet now, but the air around him seemed to vibrate with a soft, humming power