“Indeed,” the re’shahna confessed.
“Should I be worried?”
“Not yet.”
Jaspur chuckled. “And here I thought the re’shahna were ‘above’ meddling in politics.”
“We are,” Tobiano winked. “But that is what we have you for, brother.”
The rogue’s chuckle grew into a laugh, his blue eyes brighter than they’d ever been before. From the back of the crowd, he watched Sadikaye, his mother on his left and Deley on his right.
Yes, the boy would make a fine king. Far better than Jaspur ever could. And the rogue would be one of many beside him, steering the “ship” that was the horse folk’s future.
“Full sail ahead, boy,” he murmured.
“Mm?” Tobiano looked to the prince, one ear perked.
Grinning, Jaspur hooked an arm around the re’shahna’s shoulders and gave them a rough shake. “Let the kid have his fun. For now, I have something to show you.”
“Oh?”
“Aye. I was digging through the library’s lower stacks earlier this morning when I came across a book. One that says a unicorn’s horn can be restored…”
The two walked away, forgotten by the crowd of onlookers rejoicing in their new king. For this was the end of tumultuous tale of Jaycent Connor. With his legacy laid to rest and a new heir upon the throne, the rogue was now free to live his life as he saw fit.
And nothing suited him better than the prospect of a new adventure
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