The Veredor Chronicles: Book 02 - The Journey West by E J Gilmour Page A
Authors: E J Gilmour
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left. Red led them over and they all sat down.
‘I trust your stay thus far has been to your liking,’ said King Edric as he sat back down.
‘Yes, Your Majesty. We have been amazed by the beauty of your kingdom,’ answered Red. ‘We were even talking about the possibility of settling in Irvaria after the war.’
King Edric smiled and nodded. ‘I’m sure we can accommodate such a possibility.’
‘Thank you ,’ said Red.
Suddenly a pair of men entered the hall. Eben watched as they approached. They were both rugged looking men and dressed in dark armour with broadswords fastened to their sides. They both had long dark hair and deeply weathered faces. Both of them carried themselves confidently.
‘Welcome to the H all of the Ecorians,’ repeated King Edric. ‘I am King Edric of Irvaria.’
‘I am Sir Tierran and this is Sir Cian. We are Tabarian Knights.’ The two knights bowed low, and King Edric directed them to their seats. As he did so another group of envoys entered from the back of the hall and the process repeated itself until all but two of the chairs were taken, which were on the left and right side of King Edric.
Finally a young woman followed by an older woman entered the hall. They proceeded to take the last two seats beside King Edric. Eben, along with several others sitting at the table, was instantly transfixed by the beauty of the younger woman. She was surely the most beautiful woman in Veredor. Her radiant eyes were the colour of the sea, and her face was the image of perfection. Her long golden brown hair could only be compared with the finest silk. She held herself gracefully. Eben couldn’t take his eyes off her. She glanced across at him and gave the slightest smile. Eben’s trancelike stare was suddenly interrupted by King Edric.
‘I must express my gratitude that you have all journeyed so far to be at this council. I know you have faced many dangers to be here. I thank you for risking your lives so that we all can work together against our common enemy. Firstly, let me introduce to you my wife, Queen Sera, and my daughter and heir, Princess Apherah. We welcome you to Faircastle and trust your stay here has been pleasant. Secondly, as your host, I will introduce everyone present.’
Queen Sera was an o ld and dignified woman who had maintained much of the beauty of her youth. She had slightly greying dark hair and deep green eyes. Princess Apherah glanced at Eben again, and he looked away, not wanting to seem rude.
‘This council was called at t he request of the Fiorian Acartor.’
On the fa r side of the table a man clothed in a long brown cloak stood up. His hair was sandy blond, and his eyes were bright blue; he looked to be about forty years old and was clean shaven. Eben found it very difficult to read his expression. It was almost like a shroud was covering his eyes or that he had learned to protect himself from other people reading his expressions. He stood up and looked down at them.
‘I am the Fiorian Acartor. I am pleased to introduce the leader of the Fiorian Order, the Fiorian Chiara, Gatekeeper of Emeril.’ The woman beside Acartor stood up and bowed. She appeared slightly older than Acartor. Her hair was bright red, the colour of fire, and her eyes were emerald green. She had a sense of gentle wisdom about her. Eben at once felt he could trust her simply by looking at her. ‘I would also like to introduce to you Sir Ronan.’ Sir Ronan was a short man with a bald head, big nose, and a jolly look. He didn’t look like a knight at all.
‘Thank you for the introductions, Sir Acartor,’ said King Edric. ‘I will now continue to introduce everyone. To my right are seated the Irilians Meara, Arlen, Baftel, and Cassiel. Beside them are Sir Tieran and Sir Cian of the Tabarian Knights. Further along are Prince Fergal of Dravania and Duke Curran of Iarthar.’ Prince Fergal was a stocky redheaded man with fair skin and a stern look in his eyes. Duke Curran was a
‘I trust your stay thus far has been to your liking,’ said King Edric as he sat back down.
‘Yes, Your Majesty. We have been amazed by the beauty of your kingdom,’ answered Red. ‘We were even talking about the possibility of settling in Irvaria after the war.’
King Edric smiled and nodded. ‘I’m sure we can accommodate such a possibility.’
‘Thank you ,’ said Red.
Suddenly a pair of men entered the hall. Eben watched as they approached. They were both rugged looking men and dressed in dark armour with broadswords fastened to their sides. They both had long dark hair and deeply weathered faces. Both of them carried themselves confidently.
‘Welcome to the H all of the Ecorians,’ repeated King Edric. ‘I am King Edric of Irvaria.’
‘I am Sir Tierran and this is Sir Cian. We are Tabarian Knights.’ The two knights bowed low, and King Edric directed them to their seats. As he did so another group of envoys entered from the back of the hall and the process repeated itself until all but two of the chairs were taken, which were on the left and right side of King Edric.
Finally a young woman followed by an older woman entered the hall. They proceeded to take the last two seats beside King Edric. Eben, along with several others sitting at the table, was instantly transfixed by the beauty of the younger woman. She was surely the most beautiful woman in Veredor. Her radiant eyes were the colour of the sea, and her face was the image of perfection. Her long golden brown hair could only be compared with the finest silk. She held herself gracefully. Eben couldn’t take his eyes off her. She glanced across at him and gave the slightest smile. Eben’s trancelike stare was suddenly interrupted by King Edric.
‘I must express my gratitude that you have all journeyed so far to be at this council. I know you have faced many dangers to be here. I thank you for risking your lives so that we all can work together against our common enemy. Firstly, let me introduce to you my wife, Queen Sera, and my daughter and heir, Princess Apherah. We welcome you to Faircastle and trust your stay here has been pleasant. Secondly, as your host, I will introduce everyone present.’
Queen Sera was an o ld and dignified woman who had maintained much of the beauty of her youth. She had slightly greying dark hair and deep green eyes. Princess Apherah glanced at Eben again, and he looked away, not wanting to seem rude.
‘This council was called at t he request of the Fiorian Acartor.’
On the fa r side of the table a man clothed in a long brown cloak stood up. His hair was sandy blond, and his eyes were bright blue; he looked to be about forty years old and was clean shaven. Eben found it very difficult to read his expression. It was almost like a shroud was covering his eyes or that he had learned to protect himself from other people reading his expressions. He stood up and looked down at them.
‘I am the Fiorian Acartor. I am pleased to introduce the leader of the Fiorian Order, the Fiorian Chiara, Gatekeeper of Emeril.’ The woman beside Acartor stood up and bowed. She appeared slightly older than Acartor. Her hair was bright red, the colour of fire, and her eyes were emerald green. She had a sense of gentle wisdom about her. Eben at once felt he could trust her simply by looking at her. ‘I would also like to introduce to you Sir Ronan.’ Sir Ronan was a short man with a bald head, big nose, and a jolly look. He didn’t look like a knight at all.
‘Thank you for the introductions, Sir Acartor,’ said King Edric. ‘I will now continue to introduce everyone. To my right are seated the Irilians Meara, Arlen, Baftel, and Cassiel. Beside them are Sir Tieran and Sir Cian of the Tabarian Knights. Further along are Prince Fergal of Dravania and Duke Curran of Iarthar.’ Prince Fergal was a stocky redheaded man with fair skin and a stern look in his eyes. Duke Curran was a
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