“Magnus Thoreau of Castille.”
It was the first time she had heard of his full name. She has never wanted to read his files in fear that she will know more of his well-being—ending for her to have difficulty letting him go. It was her mother who knew him and had only told her that he came from Frotzka with his family. With that in thought, she wonders if his family survived the attack.
He was beaten so badly, his eyes were merely on slits just to see what’s in front of him. He was bleeding too much, his clothes—the tunic she has given him—were torn, and he does not even have shoes on.
“Magnus is your name,” Alaric said then slightly tilted his head to look at the man below. “The man who has my wife completely enamored.”
She can see the faces of the courtiers turn into a grimace and disg
