Aranya wandered throughout the night, she had walked miles without knowing where she was going through the palace. She wanted to talk to someone, and that someone shouldn’t be Lorcán or even Betla. She wanted someone that had never known King Bhaltair, someone that didn’t hate him for a crime he committed. She wanted to ask, to converse her feelings. Her tears were even tired of cascading because she couldn’t believe all that the physician had told her but the worst part of it was, she knew he wouldn’t lie to her. It was the absolute truth he had told her and what would she do about it?
This was certainly a personality of the king no one had ever seen, heard of or would ever believe he had. Because how could a man known to be selfish and merciless be this soft and merciful? How could he g
