“Morielle! Are you here?”
The two wives heard King Raithen’s voice in the hallway. They both turned their heads to the doorway when he appeared.
Morielle could just imagine that he must be worried when he woke up without her beside him. And now, he looked all over the citadel and somehow made his way here in Yzzith’s two-story palace.
“What happened here?” he demanded, seeing the dead bodies of Yzzith’s guards. Or assassins rather. Rhyphas was with him, along with other saighs that they crowded the doorway. Their swords were in their hands, ready for his command whatsoever it was. “What’s going on?” He saw Morielle’s bloody blade while she was facing his first wife. He clearly saw the blood that stained Yzzith’s nightgown from the neckline downward that his eyes narrowed.
“She’s the on
