TIARA THORNELLS
We walked away from the great hall, leaving behind the stillness of those who had collapsed. The knights, and even the king himself, lay unconscious on the cold marble floor. They had all fallen, unable to bear the excruciating pain that scorches the very soul.
That was the force of the spiritual light.
It hadn’t been my intention to destroy them, but that power doesn’t distinguish between guilt and bloodline.
“I sincerely thank you for your help, Tiara.”
We were already far from the castle when Randolf spoke. Zatan and I stood facing him.
He gave a slight bow of his head, just enough to show his sincerity.
Then he asked, “When my father awakens… and if his heart remains unchanged, may I ask… what should I do?”
“Of course, just come get me again and I’ll burn his s
