An unknown fear sent a shudder through Biham. He knew that the Draka king was angry, not because the slave girl had been stolen from him, but because Morava tried to put her hand in the lion's den and extract the meat. Eltanin had come to wage war to take the slave girl back. And Biham would never return his daughter, his heir. He had to pacify Eltanin and at the same time he had to save his daughter from leaving Pegasii.
"Close the palace gate and station soldiers at every corner." His gaze drifted to Lusitania. "Get more soldiers to guard her." His throat bobbed when the girl drifted into another delirious fit. "Arrange a meeting with Eltanin." Then he growled at the healer. "I want her to come to her senses by tomorrow morning. If she doesn't, I have no use for you!"
The healer paled. "Y—Your Highness, she is—"
"Cut it!" Biham hissed. "I want her up and well. She is the future of Pegasii. I want to announce her to my people!"
