58 Epilogue
Seventy years later
It was a time of mourning in Red City. The Countess, their mortal Countess, had died. She held a special place in the hearts of the citizens. She had been their ideal. She had captured the Count while they had both been very young, and their romance had become a thing of legend. It was even said that without her to bolster his Will, he would never have been able to defeat his mad father.
Even though the Count was acknowledged as the most powerful man on the continent, he had never strayed. Over the decades hundreds of women had thrown themselves at him, all to be left devastated by rejection. He was a complete contrast to his father, the man with a girl in every town, and with more bastards than he could count. Not that he didn’t have children, he had a r
