Deadly Intentions (Blood Feud - Volume 2) by David Temrick Read Free Book Online Page A

solemnly; “Where
do you want him sent?”
    It was clear to Tristan that it frightened
her to be parted from her son and despite his insistence that he
wouldn’t give her any more concessions, he simply said; “Mother and
Father want to retire soon. I think they would enjoy the quiet
leisure that is Guisian society in their golden years.” He
explained. “Father taught me, he can teach Jonathan too.”
    The tears welled up in her eyes again and she
looked on the verge of complete collapse again. Before her emotions
could overwhelm her, she mouthed her thanks before she buried her
face in her napkin for a moment. Maggie’s hand found his and she
squeezed it briefly, communicating her approval.
    After breakfast Tristan went back to their
apartment and tried to communicate with his mother. After a few
attempts he felt the reassuring presence of his mothers’
thoughts.
    Yes Mykl? She replied.
    I need to ask a favor. He sent.
    Anything. She answered back
instantly.
    Once I regain control of Terum and Kevin
is free to assume the throne so you and father can retire. He
began. Would you both consent to live in Delhi for a few years
so that father can train my son as he taught us? He blurted out
in a rush.
    A long pause followed, causing Tristan to
feel guilty for encroaching on the quiet time in their lives, as
their approaching retirement should have been. Finally, his mother
answered back.
    Your father says he would be honored. She sent. Tristan could feel that her thoughts were heavy with
emotion and he tried to glean their source. She must have felt his
uncertainty, because she said; your father would have found a
much less savory hobby anyway, Mykl. She reassured him.
     
    A few hours later, Tristan found his son and
Mina playing in their favorite courtyard with Euri, Lesa, Peria and
Maggie. He sat down opposite her on their large blanket and simply
said; “He’ll do it.”
    Mina crawled towards him and kissed him
lightly on the cheek, thanking him. Peria immediately shouted for
the head servant. The Rajina ordered a large apartment be built on
the other side of their favorite courtyard for Tristan and Euri’s
parents to use. When Tristan reminded her that it would be a few
years before they could make their way here the old woman waved him
off, chastising him.
    “Don’t ruin and old woman’s fun young man!”
Then she began to lay out plans and ideas for the master builder to
begin construction.
    Tristan and Euri chuckled at her enthusiasm
as Maggie sat down and possessively wrapped her arm around
Tristan’s, casting a dark look at Mina that everyone but the young
mother failed to notice.
     
    Days began to fade into weeks, and weeks into
months as their lives settled into a comfortable routine. Tristan
found that his son was limited in his mind-speech, and at times
forced images into the Princes mind to communicate properly. He
began to teach the lad how to communicate in more traditional ways
so that he wouldn’t frighten people by yelling into their minds
when he needed something.
    At times a servant would drop a tray they
were carrying because he would shout for food or water as they
walked along the exposed hallways and came into his sight. Tristan
felt bad for the servants as it was, but to be yelled at in their
minds must have been terribly frightening, albeit in an amusing
way.
    So language lessons had begun. He left most
of it to Mina and the Rajina, who would teach him the Guisian
language and history, as Guis tended to focus more on history than
any other country he knew of. Instead, he focused on associating
pictures his son shot into his mind, with the verbal words for them
in his own language, which was far more commonly used than Guisian.
The child made excellent progress, learning the Vallius language
easily. This morning he was trying to teach his son some dragon
lore, as Henjis taught it to him.
    While the colors of the dragons came easily,
his son insisted that all dragons looked like