Chapter Thirteen
With hair of gold and a heart so full, the Gypsy King led his men so bold
A gypsy clan, he was from, but his was a greater destiny; a story that must be told
For his parents told him a terrible tale and handed him, two bands of gold
He was the son of the High Prince from the castle white
His heart was heavy, for he never had the throne in his sight
Between the women he loved, and his people, he must choose; so was the Gypsy King’s plight
—The Gypsy King; Tamrah Jenn
Hot sunshine slashed across the thick bands of gold. The gems that were encrusted within the Basilias crest through tiny fragments of light across his face. Flath sighed and gripped the rings in his hand, wanting so badly to throw them into a river, or off a high cliff, or maybe in the Carnaid Sea itsel
