Sargis
I watched it all unfold, my pulse slowing to a sluggish crawl, as if my body couldn’t quite keep pace with the enormity of what I was witnessing. Disbelief pressed its cold fingers against the back of my neck.
My mother, the same woman who had once looked Narine in the eye and decided she wasn’t fit for my throne, for me. The same woman who’d warned me never to let emotion cloud my judgment again turned around and walked back.
To her.
My heart lurched in my chest when she stopped in front of Narine. It beat so hard it nearly echoed off the marble walls.
I sat still, stiff in my chair, masked in regality, because I had to be. But every nerve in my body leaned forward.
And then she spoke to her. Assessed her like all the others. Even complimented her.
Then beckoned her forward
