“He’s a dragon,” Ada announces to the shocked Council. “He’s not said anything but gibberish, but I believe that’s due to the pain he’s still in. I don’t think more violent interrogation methods would do any good at the moment. We need to wait until he’s more coherent before we know if he’s the assassin. Although everything speaks for it. He left a scale near Wyn’s room, he took poison when we captured him, he didn’t have any reason to be here.”

My mother nods, deep in thought.

“Arc, you’re our strongest mindbreaker. Have you taken a look at him?”

“Aye, Yer Majesty,” my Guardian responds, leaving his place behind my chair and stepping into the light. Hearing him being called a ‘mindbreaker’ makes me feel a little queasy. It sounds far too violent for my gentle, funny Guardian.

“But he’s got a block on his mind. Someone’s preventing me from breaking through. Someone strong, very strong. Maybe Yer Majesty will be able ta, but nae