Chapter 65
Annalise
I watched in silence as they carried King Wolfric's lifeless body away. The Princes trailed behind, their expressions shadowed with something I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t grief in the traditional sense, nor was it anger. It was something deeper, something that unsettled me—the look of men who weren’t sure if they knew me anymore, or perhaps were simply disappointed in what I’d become.
I shook my head sharply, forcing those thoughts away. What did it matter if they were disappointed? If anything, I should hope they were. Maybe then they’d leave me alone and let me go.
But my mind kept circling back to the king’s final words. His voice echoed in my head, deliberate and cruel. That old man had been a master manipulator, planning moves far ahead of everyone else. H
