I thought it would be more of a pledge, but now I was worried there was some magic involved. I really wanted this job, and I didn’t intend to hurt the king, so I guessed I’d just have to deal with it.
I lay back in the bed, surprised that although it was hard it wasn’t uncomfortable. It molded to my body.
The moment I fully laid back in it, it glowed a deep blackish purple.
“Uhh,” I said.
“Perfectly normal.” Mrs. Tirth hovered over me. “It’s just synching up yours and the king’s energy signatures for the vow.”
Synching up our energy?
Okay, just breathe, I told myself, trying to calm down.They are healing elves, it’s not like this can kill me. Right?
Mrs. Tirth glanced over at the king, and he must have seemed satisfied, because then she looked down at me.
“State your full name,” she said in a serious voice.
I let out a shaky breath. “Kailani Rose Dulane.”
Mrs. Tirth peered at me with an unwavering gaze. “Do you, Kailani Rose Dulane, vow to never harm Raife Lightstone, King of the Elves?”
“I do,” I said, relieved that this was more of a verbal vow.
Mrs. Tirth then kneeled so that she was right beside me, the purple light casting creepy shadows across her face. “Do you vow to neverhelpin the plotting of his harm, or the harm of his monarchy? To never seek to injure even a hair on his head lest you suffer the very same fate.”
Her questions were more ominous this time, and the blackish-purple energy that had been glowing around my body now tightened to bands and started to squeeze me.
Suffer the same fate? So if I hurt him, I would in turn be hurt? That was more than a vow, that was magic. But as I said before, I had no intention of harming the king, and I was from Nightfall, his sworn enemy, so I knew that if I didn’t do this he wouldn’t trust me.
“I vow it,” I said and the bands released, the light faded, and Mrs. Tirth stood, stepping away as if all suspicion of my character was forgiven.
I sat up, looked at the king who was now standing, and wondered just what in the Hades I’d gotten myself into.