King Raithen’s eyes burned and bulged, and he gnashed his teeth upon reading the order that he allegedly sent to Morielle to go to Ilgi.
“Who dared use my seal and sent this order to Morielle?” he roared. His fiery gaze was on his khran who was also confused.
“No one can use it but you, my liege,” he answered.
The crowned head began to pace angrily in his vast throne room, crumpling the parchment by his large hand. The guards at the double doorway stood still, tensed at the king’s mood at the moment.
He was actually waiting for Morielle, whom he had summoned through a messenger to come to the citadel. He was thinking about bringing her again to the secret garden so that they could have more privacy and maybe he could convince her again to marry him through another seduction. And yet, h
