The king's stare bored into me.
"You’re telling me," he said, voice like ice breaking under pressure, "that she is the child of the monster who killed my wife."
Was he forgetting the part where he killed my parents?
My throat tightened. Not with fear. With rage.
His wife? What about my mother? What about my father? The thousands of soldiers who died on that field? The people who lost their mates, their siblings, their children? All because King Draekor couldn’t accept that the other kingdoms wanted independence. All because the Khra’gixx believed they were owed everything.
The kingdoms were never meant to bow to one throne.
Each was meant to be independent. That was the point of the division. But the Khra’gixx… they hardly produced anything. They had very few farmlands, fishing water
