The Shield of Sparrows. My stomach did another spin. This was really happening, wasn’t it? There was no going back. The treaty was simple and unadorned. Just ink on paper in a neat, clean script. Ink. And blood. I scanned the words on the treaty, my heart sinking deeper and deeper until it was resting beside my slippers. Zavier and I would sign this with our blood, and the Voster would seal it with their magic. Turah and Quentis would be tied together by this union. By the children I’d bear.
