Chapter Eleven – A Messenger, and Nothing More

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Rohan finally made it to Queen Deirdre's chamber and didn't hesitate before he knocked. This matter wasn't personal, it was a message, and he needed to be the one to deliver it. The queen answered the door a few seconds later, and irritated look clearly on her face as she stood in a dressing gown, her fiery hair accentuating her peeved expression. Upon looking at the King of Temra, Deirdre, pursed her lips and began to shut the door, only to have the door stopped forcefully by the king.

"I have no interest in speaking with you, Rohan, King of Temra," Deirdre said coldly.

"Your interests are not my concern, my Queen," Rohan pressed, opening his mouth to carry on. Deirdre rolled her eyes and tried to shut the door once again. Furious when Rohan would not let the door close, Deirdre let out a sharp "What?!" and crossed her arms over her dressing gown.

Too calmly, Rohan let go of the door and rubbed one of his hands against his temple. "I am not here to gain your affections, my Queen." Deirdre raised her eyebrows expectantly. "With all due respect, milady, this morning I am a messenger, and nothing more." With that, Rohan launched into explanation of his dream, hoping for the best reaction possible from the Queen of Kells.