Warlord knew nothing of one of his mage’s games with the kings. He only knew that the woman standing in-front of him was the most argumentative, difficult little creature he’d ever laid eyes on.
“You’d take me with you, if you ever escaped?”
“Yes.”
“How could we ever free your sister?”
“We can’t, there’s no way to do so. We’d have to get the mage that created it to find a way to unwind it. And they couldn’t without the same ancient spell book that the king possesses.”
“So, someone would have to get it from the king?”
“Impossible, Jade.” Warlord said coldly. “No woman enters his chambers and comes out unbroken. I’d never allow you.”
Allow. I didn’t like that word. But I could see the gravity in his eyes. Something close to…Worry.
For me?
“Well, I will not sit by and be the cap
