Chapter Twenty-One
Phillip
Phillip Basile walked through his mother’s garden with a purpose. She’d planted the back half with white lilies without telling him many years before. Gardening had been her way of coping with the grief of losing her husband.
Phillip chose a different path, a more violent one. He’d left only days after Aurora fell into her slumber, accompanying a unit of his army. Once the Basile power rested with a man who could wield it, they couldn’t let Gaule go unpunished for ravaging the Belaen border when the old king was dying and unable to hold them back.
Aurora would have been ashamed of him and how he treated the Gauleans. There was blood, lots and lots of blood. He hadn’t been able to stop the magic from latching on to his desperation and turning it to anger.
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