Prince Amaro was regent again. For some reason, he was no longer surprised. King Adrian had earned his monarchy through blood, two times over: first as the rightful heir and second when he defended it against Swordsmith. Despite that, he still left the realm physically to be with Queen Soraya in her own domain.
Their son was turning out to be no different.
What was worse was that he was descending into the young woman’s domain, into hell, not knowing if he would return. King Samuel did not even know if the woman cared for him or wanted to kill him.
Seven young men set out, a number that defied that of hell’s. Six was the number of the beast, wasn’t it? These days, Amaro was not sure of anything. The only thing he was sure of was that he loved his family and would do anything to keep it
