The Last Ashbourne King
"Hello granddaughter, " the old man said.
The words echoed through the throne room. Aria stood still and she could not move. Her heart was beating fast against her ribs.
The man in front of her looked like he was in his sixties. There was something about him that did not seem old. His silver and black hair fell to his shoulders. He wore simple dark clothes, not the fancy armor that kings usually wear. He was different from Damien, who always seemed to be in charge or Alaric who seemed to have all the power. This man seemed wise and calm.
His silver eyes were the same as hers when the Moon Mark appeared.
"I..." Aria tried to speak. She could not find the words. "You're dead."
The old man smiled a little.
"Yes " he said. ". So are most of the people you have me
