INCOMING STORM
Marcus was back from the mountain. He entered his room in the Sacred House and embraced Viviane, who placed her hands on his face and looked into his eyes. His face was pale, reflecting the heaviness of his heart. He struggled to hold back the tears that flooded his conscience.
“It is done,” Marcus said, knowing words were wasted as the Ange’el could read his mind and his heart. They both held each other tight. They had designed the most ambitious revolution ever attempted—a plan that could prevent another civil war; a conspiracy that, at best, would place their son under tremendous pain and distress and, at worst, would lead to his destruction. He who was the most precious treasure that they had ever created together. Today, and from that moment onwards, they were a queen
