*Ember*

We were watching the large group of refugees from Yarin's camp congregate into the throne room, eager to help give them a place they can call home.

I felt privileged and extremely honored to watch this monumental moment in Kieran's first few days as king of the Burning Isles. He seemed quiet and I looked over at him to observe a small smile curling the corners of his mouth. There was a sparkle in his eye as if he had something on his mind.

"I have an ...